What I Learned From the Ocean

Liquid, flowing words
move in and out like waves
you can choose to coast, or ride
I do both.
Sometimes the water pulls
like the moon with the shore–
I slip like sand
but sometimes I run flush into the waves,
they push into my body
break to white foam
water hits water, cascading
and for a moment,
like when my pen glides across paper
liquid, flowing words–
I am strong.