That call, a glimpse, it pulls,

like

it

wants

something
.

The texture of that profound experience on the ice, it linked; I knew of another conjecture that I felt had the same texture.

It was very different, but the same thing.

The crystallized moment in falling, was somehow allied to, tumbling thru a voracious ocean wave. I would feel their inspiration liked.

I am five years old. No direction became up, and I could hear every sound within the ocean. I tumbled forever.

I'm standing on a seaside
latent improbability
a wave complicating
a drop simplifying
arrant well-timed power
swallowing me
in the burp of an after thought

my back is turned from where she speaks
clear vulnerabilities reflecting myself
you see
I will swallow myself whole by hole

the current comes in
and along the way
it pivots no return
turning itself around
without actually turning around
going out the way it came

and before you’re there
you’re gone
what came from the sea,
will one day return to the see


My mom had looked away for just a second. We weren't even at the beach to swim, we were taking a walk. I was squatted down, looking at a sea shell. It was a freak wave. A guy walking his dog saw it take me, and went in for me.

I remember it left me feeling excited and curious, not afraid of the ocean or water by any means. I think my love for the water started to grow even more after this. It felt so powerful, and whenever I went swimming, I just wanted to keep swimming forever. I felt in love with the water.

Every time I'm in the water, I wondered about that pull.