Staring At The Sea

Standing on the beach staring at the sea, there's no place I'd rather be.

Stretching from side to side, the cold reaches deep, but I'm beckoned by the incoming tide.

The fog pours onshore, pushed by a growing discontent from her steady pulse.

It's no place for a man like me, but I'm drawn nevertheless.

I push out on my board, and give in to the restless sea.

Give in to the waves that lift and then crash, with a reward resembling something like flight.

If I lose my nerve it's curtains for sure, but there's no place I'd rather be…