SwimSwimSwim

There’s a rhythm 
less a beat
more a flow 
in our lives 
chaos feeds order 
order to chaos 
summer to fall 
longing to love 
love to loss
loss to longing 
back to love 
in the midst
is just us
standing mid stream
by currents unseen 
as we wade
and sometimes swim 
to the other
side that side
being opposite this