The Wave, Poem

                                                The Wave

My nostrils embrace the salty air, each breath, a serving of healing.

 That clear away long lingering allergies,

I reach toward sky,

And the hot summer sun, a generous lover, sends kisses all over my body.

And the high shrills of seagulls fill the air, cluttering around a piece of trash.

And my skin itches for the soothing water, and my body craves the rush.

And the sand massages my feet as I walk towards her,

And off comes the strap, my blue and tan surfboard is unhooked.

Wax, wax, wax, lustering the wax into the board, inhaling coconut aroma as I go.

And my Rasta colored leash grips my leg, tugging at my stubborn little hairs.

And then I reach the edge, where water and sand meet.

And I yelp and charge the oncoming surf, like a stampede of buffalo.

And I swim past where the remnants of waves lay, further into her arms, under the orange buoys.

Finally I am here, at the edge, the special spot where we meet, before she breaks towards land, and after she has grown enough to be beautiful,

I patiently wait on my board, letting a couple of them pass by me.

And then I see her, swaying gracefully towards me.

And her beauty only grows as she approaches,

And I break my trance with her and turn towards shore,

And my board turns, and all of my energy goes to my arms,

Digging furiously in the water, propelling myself forward,

And her sheer force is almost too much as I struggle to keep my forward motion.

She reaches for me and I jolt onto my two feet.

I become one with the wave, one with her.

What happens when your riding the wave

Our majestic dance is cut short as she hurls me aside.

Into the unforgiving water below, my world is cast upside down.

I taste the bitter sand of the ocean floor,  and the muffled peacefulness of the space below water,

Losing control of my body as my arms flail.

Abrupt ending

The hurt runs deep, until I notice another beauty coming my way.