Another wave hits me,
Crashes across my body.
I stagger backwards.
My right foot finds the ocean floor.
I push off from the sand,
And head back out again.
I sit alone in the grey green water.
Great swells flow underneath me.
From Australia the motion comes
That lifts me up towards the coast of California.
On a eight foot plastic island I sit,
Trying to see anything through the murky water.
But there is nothing.
The secrets of the ocean are kept from me.
I can only imagine what lies beneath.
From the shore I must look small,
Though to me I look big.
The people on shore are colorful specks on the tan sand to me.
The ocean looks big to all of us.
The water feet from me parts
As a harbor seal pokes its speckled gray head out.
We contemplate each other for a moment before it returns back into the water.
It must have been less impressed with me than I was with it.
I would have preferred to watch it longer.
No waves have come for a while. I pass the time singing to myself.
Leaning forward, I splash the water on top of my board to keep time.
I wish there was someone to talk to.
Conversation causes the day to slip by faster.
But then I think that is not what I want.
My time in the ocean can go slowly.
It will be over all too soon.
Five brown pelicans swim abreast of each other.
Towards shore they swim until a wave behind them begins to crest and they use the wave's force to propel them into the air.
I wish I could manipulate the waves and wind like a pelican.
Cause currently I'm not doing anything but singing badly.
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