Part 4

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.

 

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