Bad Ocean Poetry

"the sea is...too sacred and scary to lose..." David Helvarg

everywhere I go
I find the sea
walk or peddle or drive to the end of land
in familiar, steady awe, stand against the wind
exhilarated and afraid enough
feeling its breath on my face
its kiss on my cheeks
I might put my hands in my pockets
and dance barefoot on its edge like a prom date
or I might disrobe while my head says no
my heart says go, like true love,
she roars come on,
and I am gone