The influx of emotions and their ebb and flow swirl like a cyclone within me I stand upon the cliffs, hair blowing mind rolling into nuances and languages existing beyond words as each feeling whirls and melts into the other until they rise like birds Around me, each one takes the stance of a miniature kite attached to my limbs pulling me this way and that Yes, I know that our emotions are as rivers, rushing through our banks soaking the essence of our beings with fresh coolness and alternately, where it meets sea, brine in searing tears I know the stillness of my own soul, placid as a rock in a typoon yet sometimes unable to shake off the heaviness of algae it can almost suffocate and to get through its dank seaweed density I shall just envision lightness in the aviary form of hummingbirds or kingfishers…yes, even soaring eagles tugging on my heartstrings lifting me up and away into the proverbial clouds so I can just curl up into fetal position and let myself be gently rocked until the storm blows over