I don’t know what I’m doing
and the waves are amazing.
Splashing around
with no eyes to see
no one to judge
no one to watch over me
it’s something special.
I’m free
and wild
and waving, wandering,
in this hazy weather
as the fog obscures
even the possible passers-by.

I am alone here
with not a single other human in sight.
There are birds to keep me company
and billions of kelp and anemone
and other things I know nothing about –
salt? There’s salt on the beach, surely.
But no sapiens are here to experience what I am.
None will share this joy with me.

None will save me
should I fall in this pitiless ocean.
No one will know what became of me
for hours
or days.

I don’t know what I’m doing here
but the waves are amazing.