I ran headlong into the waves.
I allowed their white curving heads to crash into mine.
I gave myself over to the pummeling of the surf!
I allowed myself to get knocked over,
flung aside,
dragged--
I floated on my back,
my side,
my face,
my feet,
and my legs,
when it was calm.
But each wave that came had its own personality!
And I swam out and accepted them:
Jumping, diving, cursing or laughing
I would turn around and watch as the life of the wave
continued on toward the sand
before violently
dashing
itself
against the sand
and the other people on the beach...
It was beautiful not to argue with the Ocean:
to just allow the water to carry me
and destroy me in turn.