Optimism

The eye of the storm is upon us. Calm seas are not far behind. Though my ship may have Loose nails and Tattered sails, A crew soaked to the bone, There will be drier days. Waves crush the bow And hammer the starboard. An unrelenting force. But we do not fear, For after their tantrum The waves become Calm and smooth. There will be drier days. Days of soft sands, Fertile land. Men, women, children. People. Laughing, loving, living. I see them over the horizon. Accompanied by the warm and soothing sun. There will be drier days.