I stand, challenging it,
no response, its toying with me.
Gently rolling currents form small hills that glide past me.
They are quickly gone and forgotten.
A moment hurries by,
then another,
and my thoughts begin to drift like the tide.

The sun sets in a tangerine exhalation.
Standing there, I hear a soft rushing sound.
As it gains volume, and height.
A grand majestic wave,
rippling and glistening in the young moonlight.
The thick foam reaches out and grasps onto my heart,
bringing the rest of the force upon me.

At first I am carried, like a cherub on a cloud.
Floating weightless in it's arms.
But it loses interest, and pitches me away,
hard into the unyielding sand underfoot.
Passing me by, it turns its back on me.
Crashing angrily into the shore,
it runs back to where it belongs.

On the beach, I stand and face the ocean.
It has hurt me once,
and left me scarred.
But maybe next time it will be different,
maybe next time it will not let me go..
 
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