The ocean second guesses itself
and slides away.
Sand shines for a moment,
the slick film fades.
A man grows toward the unknown
with each step thrown
as countless grains coalesce
and flow between toes.
Sand weaves like a breeze,
then chops like a river,
then a waterfall,
a marsh.
Finally it flips and it flops
every time he pulls a foot away.
With each step another piece stops,
another item drops
remaining behind safe.
Don’t. Look. Back.
He’s close enough to taste the salt.
Mist settles like glass on his skin,
as the temperature tangos,
then takes a dip.
He plants like a tree taking
root in a scene.
Being seen and seeing things be
beyond his wildest dreams.
A dying breath of wind
meets the first cry of a crashing wave.
Chills drop down his spine.
The ocean pulls farther away.
Gathering itself.
The unknown builds.
Fear stacks: brick by brick.
It towers to a height
equal to the ocean’s pending return.
Stillness begins to condense.
It lifts each breath,
and raises each heart beat.
A Giant will soon roll his way.
His eyes spark with grit
and toes dig in.
His fingers sing wide
like wings in the wind.
His arms grasp beyond space,
spread wider than his wingspan.
And with a subtle strength,
his smile shatters the silence.
