A Playful Tide
I sprint to a glittering sea of blue
Beside me are those I love, splashing about
I feel the water that holds me, and watch my hand glide through it
Waves grab whatever they can
They absorb me as I dive
I feel the chill of ocean as I surrender to the water
Underneath salt stains my lips
But I don’t care
I float to the top where I take a deep breath
But only for a second
The power of the tide throws be backward
My body bent in half
I seek the surface
But the ocean laughs
I remember what a friends once told me:
“Look for the bottom then push up”
I did so and found air and light
I am stunned, then laughter erupts
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