Euphoria
A single bubble escaped my right nostril, swimming in haste to the water’s surface, as if gasping. I closed my eyes. She was right, that synchronized swimmer I’d overheard in the locker room. “Sometimes we lay on the bottom of the pool. It’s actually relaxing.” I could’ve drifted off to sleep. My heartbeat, remarkably slow,
The Wave
The real me lives by the sea, With flying hair and sun kissed brow, I’d give anything to be there now. A wave can propel you forward, pass you by or capture you in its turbulence. This is true in life and in the ocean. Sometimes you make the choice and sometimes it’s the wave.