Smashing through foamy peaks

In the days when

I was young and free

I used to swim

on the sandy shore,

and leap against

breaking surf that

crashed through

my tender body

and buried me deep

in the swirl of

sucking ocean’s breath.


But I was strong and proud

and would not let

the waves their

victory claim,

and so I met the

surf half way,

defying its awesome

watered muscle cold;

and smashing through

its foamy ancient peaks

I raised my fist

in the defiant salute

of David against

the mighty Goliath.