Unable to submerge and unwilling to let them be,

Spawning the seeds
In the shallow waters
Did she ask
Whether the weather will
Be benign
Whether The fingerlings will find their way
In these uncertain times
Troubled waters
And lost directions
Will river care
Will the banks hold
Like the sculpture’s scalpel
Shape her contours
Or just swallow
All the passion
That waves bring to bear
On the floating see weeds
Unable to submerge
And unwilling to let them be
It is this struggle
That dictates
The design of a dilemma
I have been living
Over and over again
Without a helping hand
From the winds
And waves
Shores and the shales