The Tempest

I saw my image on the waves 

Reflected from a tempest’s rage

Distorted and distressed it seemed

Contorted as a fevered dream

Then all at once the weather changed

My image also mirror the same

The winds calmed down, the waters cleared

Creating now a perfect mirror

I thought how like my inner state

The calm that makes reflections straight

To know oneself one must begin

To calm the tempest’s force within