An Emily Wright original poem on shared secrets of love , life, and depression

Inspired by A Drift

Today I feel untethered.

Like an unmourned row boat without an anchor adrift in a bay, my charges line the shore. None out of place, rather nothing that cannot wait for my return. The wind but a breeze, the water calm and clear, casting glittering shards of light in every direction. The gentle rock and sway like a lullaby. 

It’s not a lazy day, just untrusted and unscheduled. Freeing before the moment my mind catches on a loose thought in need of shape and order.

Until then, I am hushed by the waters ebb as it unrolls up the beach with every breath. The air picks up carrying the scent of evergreen and earth.