Manageable space

More from Iona.  It is hardly as manageable as I sit here in home chaos.  Still... the Iona memory holds.  I remember the variations of weather, the water changes in the strait between Iona and Mull.  I remember the water flowing both directions at once.

This is manageable space

And time,

Small enough to see

Changes in wind and water,

Sun breaking through,

Bits of hail and rain.

The come and go,

The hitch and pull,

The push and pull of Spirit

In manageable time

And space.

Blues and greens of the strait

Between.

Water flowing

Both directions at once.