The messenger of transitions.

Cradled by the broken mainsail; torn by the elements during one of the three low-pressure systems that had passed over us the week before.

Like a leaf upon the wind, I surrender to the dance of fate, Caught in the currents of time, uncertain of my course. The tides of change carry me, their whispers my only guide, In the ebb and flow, I find solace, and in transition, I abide.