Jan 29

A NORMAL DAY AT THE OCEAN

The waves come roaring
To bury me in swirling seawater
Covering my head, arms, feet
Then suddenly retreating 
As if guilty for dowsing me so thoroughly.
I stand up 
Mentally shaking myself
I had only meant to get my feet wet 
But the tide swept in instantly 
And I am no match for the sea
I'd like to stay for hours
But I know it will be back
The water ALWAYS comes back 
Again, and again, and again.