We speed over the waves as they come
crashing down around us.
Up and down, up and down
as the sea rocks.
It is the impossible experience.
We fly as land dwellers are forbidden to do,
catching another current
just when the crash and fall comes near.
The crest of the tidal lifting us up
into the air, catching our wings.
The feeling of terror as it begins,
slowly fading to a calm joy.
The air twisting this way and that,
tangling with the locks of hair flailing behind.
One might say it is not within one’s ability,
but is this impossibility truly impossible?
