Melanie Cox
Waveanelle
Waves made by friction still ebb and flow.
The moon in her power maintains all control.
The trick is in learning to breathe and let go.
A fine plan for calm days, but when worries grow,
Surely it's better to coax and cajole.
Waves made by friction still ebb and flow.
I've practiced coercion, it's something I know.
I crouch down to the water, the waves my patrol--
The trick is in learning to breathe and let go.
I'm knocked over, surprised, pulled under by tow.
Yet, unaffected, the waves rise and unroll.
Waves made by friction still ebb and flow.
Spun in the waves, I feel deep vertigo.
I’ve lost all my bearings. What was my goal?
The trick is in learning to breathe and let go.
Spat back on the beach, the water will show
My error was thinking I knew more than the whole.
Waves made by friction still ebb and flow.
The trick is in learning to breathe and let go.
Melanie Cox works professionally as a child and family therapist (Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist) and unprofessionally as a houseplant growing and pastry baking hobbyist (Great British Baking Show). She loves rock climbing and hiking throughout Utah and maybe this will be the winter she tries to learn to ski. Raised in North Dakota, she still forgets people don't smile and wave at strangers in The West. She adores used copies of Steinbeck novels and is in a book group that weekly discusses J.R.R. Tolkien's writings. Her creativity shows up in little bursts of painting or writing, usually when she's working through big emotions. Her biggest tear triggers are dogs, her 23 nieces and nephews, and an emotionally packed song, probably by Mumford and Sons.
Waves made by friction still ebb and flow.
The moon in her power maintains all control.
The trick is in learning to breathe and let go.
A fine plan for calm days, but when worries grow,
Surely it's better to coax and cajole.
Waves made by friction still ebb and flow.
I've practiced coercion, it's something I know.
I crouch down to the water, the waves my patrol--
The trick is in learning to breathe and let go.
I'm knocked over, surprised, pulled under by tow.
Yet, unaffected, the waves rise and unroll.
Waves made by friction still ebb and flow.
Spun in the waves, I feel deep vertigo.
I’ve lost all my bearings. What was my goal?
The trick is in learning to breathe and let go.
Spat back on the beach, the water will show
My error was thinking I knew more than the whole.
Waves made by friction still ebb and flow.
The trick is in learning to breathe and let go.
Melanie Cox works professionally as a child and family therapist (Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist) and unprofessionally as a houseplant growing and pastry baking hobbyist (Great British Baking Show). She loves rock climbing and hiking throughout Utah and maybe this will be the winter she tries to learn to ski. Raised in North Dakota, she still forgets people don't smile and wave at strangers in The West. She adores used copies of Steinbeck novels and is in a book group that weekly discusses J.R.R. Tolkien's writings. Her creativity shows up in little bursts of painting or writing, usually when she's working through big emotions. Her biggest tear triggers are dogs, her 23 nieces and nephews, and an emotionally packed song, probably by Mumford and Sons.