The Ocean's Waves

Their cutting surface, the architectural form of the wave

changing in shape gracefully like

Mercury. I challenged them- once,

perhaps- in the freezing water,

my board lost against the fighting

strength of the charge within. At most

once- yet when I think of the ocean

I think of its waves, my body submerged

in its frigid waters, as if I had spent

hours, years, in a tomb of solid ice and

stinging needles.