By myself, driven to play
By sparkling beach near ocean spray.
The lure of that water, blue and wide
Fully aware of the pull of tide.
Hottness of beach and water, crispen cold
Rushes the senses with full degree of bold.
I dive in this wave twice my height
If I hit it wrong, I'll have to fight.
Sure enough, ocean's hand held me down.
There tumbling and twisting, I was bound,
Not knowing up...only seafoam mist at me does stare,
Tasting salt water... breath to take only if I dare.
Ocean has no pity, as my body it slams facedown
On the beach, gasping salt-air somehow I found.
Water spit-up shown
I lay, so very small.
A wisp of a child, alone.
Face in sand, the beach left wet.
Mind's eye relives that feeling yet.
That wave tumbling and turning me, as it went,
From ocean's floor,
From where it was sent.
Computer image and poem by cindy Prochnow April 8, 2011