These wingèd sails

Some part of us, though born to sail,
hungers for the stillness,
that anchor point between
the safety of what is or was
and the inevitable turmoil
of what's to come,
and so we tie ourselves in knots,
clinging to the known
which only makes it harder
when the time comes to unfurl
these wingèd sails
and run before the wind.
Loosen, don't tighten, loosen!