I glide, arms outstretched
no board, all boogie
I've attuned to the rhythm of the waves
What is chaos for most
becomes the way to freedom
for those
who become fluid
in the wake of the white caps -
Flat like driftwood
I float
buoyancy is my new nature -
I'm tossed, but not shaken
As the waves crash into my being
I sink in and let go
Smiling, I exhale with intention
There is no resistance in
the collision -
and the saltiness
of the infinite unknown
is an acquired taste
that I've come to crave
I stand in shallow water
reaching my hands toward the sky
inhaling the cleansing air
The Gulf becomes my playground
Calamity, my decorated periphery
The storms that stir within me
manifest outwardly
as the sea begins its swells once more
A small Hispanic boy
about the age of 9 observes
my dance
he infers my intentions as I
meld with nature
and smiles curiously
as I catch the surf to carry me
to the shallow slope of the beach
with a tinge of shyness
he questions vocally,
"Excuse me! Hi, are you the summoner of the waves in the sea?"
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