By Tricia Thomas
Date: 20 September 1999

Waves

Standing quietly on this shore
your churning waves tease me forward,
then chase me back into my safety;
the safety of sure footing, and higher ground.
With my pants neatly rolled up to just above the ankle
(as any sensible girl would do)
I venture gingerly into your gentle wash of foam
as the ground disappears beneath my feet,
carrying my senses hopelessly out to sea.
What was I thinking?

T2