I wait for the holiday crowd to clear the beach
before stepping onto the first wave.

Soon I am walking across the Atlantic,
thinking about Spain,
checking for whales, waterspouts.

I feel the water holding up my shifting weight.
Tonight I will sleep on its rocking surface.

But for now I try to imagine what
this must look like to the fish below,
the bottoms of my feet appearing, disappearing.

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