waves rise up, held by the hand of the wind
an old man of the sea has made 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