Foreign waves trample over
inhaled advocacy;
I have no rush of confidence
to fight their water attack.
Nostalgia drowns me
by force I recreate
the month I let go.
Dropping my surfboard
I give up dominance
because I can't pretend
ocean spray isn't affecting
the role I gained in initiation.
Sandy beach ruffles
and yoga beats the sundial,
I am restarting
my knocked heart
before choppy depths
white out my footprints.
