Surfers

The ocean is fathomless and welcoming.

Arms outstretch above
the water surface, scavenging for the sun
of possibilities. There are bones in me
that I kept intact, now crying
for warmth and light.

The ocean has a quietness

that pulls
me down.

But I stretch again.
My skin met with
winter chill, body buffeted
between waves
and wind,
feet fighting for ground,
throat shouting.

“Here, yes! A survivor!”

The ocean is
full of deaf creatures.

I heave my limbs from side to side.
“Help!
Help! I survived!”

The ocean is
full of self-centered creatures.

The seabed has a calmness,
it’s dark and aphotic, unruffled
and welcoming.

All I needed was a welcome.