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...