Someone watches the ocean,
The peak of a wave,
And thinks,
I’ll stand on that.
He buys a surfboard,
Arrives at an almost empty beach.
He envisions the flat plank
Skimming through the ocean’s surface,
Like a knife through meringue.
This is only the first day,
Before he will swallow a liter
Of the sea,
Before he is dropped into the water
Like a sugar cube into tea.
Fight the urge to look away
And revisit him in a week and half,
When mastery is beginning to settle in.
Stay with this process,
The sputtering, the bruises.
The last stanza--like watching a loved one go through pain. "The sputtering, the bruises." It is a privilege to see the process unfold, seeing muscles strengthen, souls become resilient, hearts become capacious.
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BEAUTIFUL.
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