4OE

The smell of neoprene and sunscreen sets the scene

A cold shiver of fear swallowed and ignored

Focussed courage conjured to surrender to the blue-green

And every ounce of being knows this is a calling

Called in by gnashing jaws and spitting foam

One of many yet disturbingly alone

The want for space yet the need for direction

All of this disappearing when a gift is sent your way

Forgetting the rest and committing to this test

Of strength, will, and confidence within oneself

Elation flows and anxiety throws itself into the ocean

Where some battle nature and others become part of it.