Calmer Waters Now Poem by Barbara Villabol

Two ships sailing in traverse navigation,
Which of us sent out a signal first?

Wind, waves, sun, ocean spray
You embraced me, I embraced you
In the rhythm of the natural sea.

Calmer waters now
Are these the doldrums just north of the equator?
Between the trade winds
Where sailing ships become becalmed.

What will the next tide bring?
Ask the Neptune songs for
A breeze, a wind, a storm!

Stagnation is death.
Set the sails to catch the sacred wind.