The Bay and the Boat
They may come stealthily, with barely a sound, almost silently.
Most everything that comes to pass, does not come to stay or to last.
They may stop very suddenly, and then depart rather quickly.
One winter, a boat was my home base.
Let's just call it a rock and a hard place, with the rock being my home 100 miles away,
and the hard place being a boat docked at the Bay.
That winter I rocked and rolled all that stormy night. I arose early the next day to go to work before daylight.
Yet dark, the wind was still strong as I slowly exited in fright. Electric lines had fallen, and I had to crawl around them and pray.
I'm grateful to have lived to tell the story about going to work that day. Through the years and the fears, life cast upon me many a memorable tear.
Through the shock and the awe, our world will sometime roll and rock. Like my stormy wind on the Bay, at some point, things stop, and we dock.
There have been stories, some were bad, some good, and a few were ugly. But I would not trade a single story, because life is not all peachy and pretty.
06302017PS Contest, And Then It Stopped, John Lawless, NA
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