surfing in waves of alarming heights
learning to dive under
avoid the churning sand
staying all day
catching waves
in the days before goggles
wave wave wave
then calm
to hang in the water
gazing at the horizon
out beyond the breakers
lifting in the swell
ears blocking
listening to something
like a bass sax
big and low like a whale
Oh Anna, these poems are fine!
ReplyDeleteThanks Rob, I was worried they were pedestrian
ReplyDeletethis is wonderful, Anna
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