Tuesday, August 6, 2013

In Tide

A day
when the wave
broke beneath the fog
& when staying aboard meant
sunlight felt (close to shore)
& golden hills seen adrift in cloud
& salt the taste on skin & tongue.

Up was moving fast past
Down was moving wet ahead
In between me & my board
licking both
in tide out tide
inside outside
up to down from
foam into blue on white
curled together,
toes grip wood & eyes wide open
hands spread wide

signal safe at last...

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