I take a breath and succumb to the waves.
Succumb to the cold that makes my breath rattle
like a freight train. Succumb to the rise and fall
answering the moon’s eternal call and
to the push and pull of the currents
lurking beneath it all. I take a breath
and succumb to the strident roar
of the waves crash down over me.
I am upside down, I think. Pulled back and forth.
Left bruised and sore by the swell’s rough sandpaper
touch. As puckered shells tear me up.
They tear through me like shrapnel. Lost in the vast
dark I have never felt so small than when
I came spluttering to the surface and crawled to shore.