waves rise up

held by the hand of the wind

an old man of the sea has made me a promise

he will teach me the ways of the ocean

to harness her power and ride her surge

I am a mermaid in suspended animation

running across the crest

life’s joy spilling from me like sparkles

froth and bubbles spray around me

a seabird squawks with delight

as the ride ends and I dive to the watery depths

only to return again, and again

Image: Byron Bay