surf's up
with the pacific frothing at the mouth.
that wave wiped me out
gentle force.
swoosh! and i was under
in the quiet, wet silence
dragging the sandy floor.
at peace, by God!
floating to the surface
i was not yet born
swoosh! and so it was.
ocean in my stomach
palm-trees in my eyes
blue, salty, sweet everything.
and i'm born, alive.
