Wave

When the wave takes me down it feels preordained. The ocean’s power shakes me like a carnivore and then puts me deep into darkness, pins me to the bottom, helpless.

 Then we both wait.

My breath or the water’s fury, which will run out first?

To relax I go to my happy place and imagine its treasures as seconds pass. Then the turbulence starts to ease. Now I need to swim before the cycle begins anew. I rise against the last of the wave’s power towards a thin light, rising like a sun, to the sun.

Photo by Tim Marshall