Chasing Waves

I know these days
will crash over
me like waves
if I let them, but I am learning
to be strategic. I hop nimbly
over the small waves, playfully avoiding the
spray of water as they reach the shore. I hold
my breath for the longer ones, knowing I will burst
through on the other side, light-headed and giddy
with the joy of sea salt air. I jump headlong
into the scariest, most forceful waves,
because using that power to propel me
deeper is the only way I know how
to not be knocked flat and swallowed
by the undertow.



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