Stirred up like a storm in open waters,

deep swells roll across a once calm surface

as if to erase old patterns, worn facades

it’s about time

it’s time

Grounded in the knowledge

that these last days are 

meant for renewal

time to reset time

Tracing each swirl, each vortex,

and thinking in circles,

the threat of drowning looms

tick tock

With inspired initiative and new-found power,

even the condemned seek  release —

spying protected harbors ahead

tick

tick

tock

Washed by the tempest and blessed by salt spray

as foghorns mimic the sound of church bells,

even the condemned are reborn

Midnight

Image by Peter H from Pixabay 

prompts: Lyric Ideas, #JuneFalls, #VSSPoem