Today I watched a log near the shore wait for the Mississippi's current to push it past the lone rock in its way. Two and a half hours later it caught the current, and gained enough momentum to float ahead.
The log was forced from its comfort zone, but wanted the change, and embraced its own currency. It got stuck along the way (probably more than once) but trusted the process like flowers trust honeybees.
Today the log is as much a part of me as I am a part of it Ready to ride the wave Ready to converse with the current Ready Ready.
Moving forward, I'll think about that log from time to time when I'm stuck in captivity, holding on to hope that I can find a current to carry me away.
A poem reflecting my feelings after graduating college last week.