When the Current Catches You

It begins like a whisper in the quiet air
A spark that flickers because you are there
Not chasing, not straining, not trying to hold
But letting it rise, wild and bold
An unseen hand turns the river’s face
And suddenly you are moving with grace

The brush meets the canvas before you think
The pen spills ink in a seamless link
Colors spill like laughter through your mind
Notes and words weaving, perfectly timed
Every choice feels already known
As if the work is working alone

The world falls away, the hours dissolve
Only the mystery left to solve
But even that feels like a game well-played
A dance in a garden your soul has made
Where ideas are birds that land in your palm
And fly when you free them, gentle and calm

The current hums with a steady tune
That pulls you under a silver moon
You are both the wave and the sea
The maker, the made, the melody
And when at last the tide recedes
It leaves behind the thing it needs

A piece of you shaped into form
Born from the stillness after the storm
And you know the flow will return again
Like a tide that waits for a certain wind
For once you have felt its steady embrace
You will always remember the way to that place