I’ve been wading
For what seems like years–
Standing in the breaking waves
Waiting
Always waiting
For just the right moment
To dive
Head under the cresting wave.
Instead I shimmy
Forward
Back
Forward
Back
The ebb and flow of the tide
Pulling and pushing.
In the waiting
I almost missed it
That moment where the rising sun
Shines through the curl of the wave.
The light beckons me
To submit to the wave
And trust
In the weight and the wisdom of the water.