Surging Score


Perfect sets of breaking sea
swirl around my eager skin
to lift and pull with gentle roar
then raise me up into a spin
in turns of sweet and salty glee
I swim against the surging score.


With every stroke I try to brave
the constant pull of salty rip
and catch the perfect concave set
to ride up in that moving slip
then push me through its glassy cave-
I hit the beach I’m tired and wet.

10.12.2010
R. William Lindsey