Poem: Water Stream

The water is moving again.

This time I am not sure where to begin.

It started out calm as the river up stream.

Then waves became comfortable to me.

Which should have been sign that all is not what it seems.

Now there is trouble all around and I do not know how much more I can see.

Promises that were made, and now they are broken.

Trust is no longer on the ballot this year for the sea.

The tide is moving the stream further to the other side.

When will we learn it is all never what it seems?

That value is not a part of the team?