Beyond the third sandbar
heading surely my way
barely visible from where I stand
ankle, knee, waist deep
all at the same moment
in the fresh waters drawn from the sky
and blasted out from the depths
is an irresistible force
not caused by the fluttering wings
of a butterfly in Brazil
or a trumpeter's blast in New Orleans
And yet here I am, waiting, watching
straining to maintain my place
feet and toes dug into the shifting bottom
shoulders and face leaning out toward the horizon
hard fists punching the incoming hordes
Finally it begins to rise
bigger than all it's companions
not yet white with sun and air
but it is a monster
and I will be it's master
and will ride it to it's doom
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