Spin Cycle

Sometimes the sea rolls in and the rumble starts in the back of your mind and the only thing you can do is run, run down the sand plunge yourself into the depths, allow the roiling waves to toss you about. Sucked into the depths unable to breathe grinning against the tumult of sand and salt, stinging foam, you break surface, suck a breath before another breaker rises overhead swim out to meet it riding on your belly lifted on the crest of the mountain looking out over the small world you realise the wave could carry you forever up up and up and up you do not ask for such and it gives anyway, dropping you feet-first into the maelstrom below. spin-cycle twisted and churned battered against the floor tossed briefly from your watery womb tomb into the cold harsh unforgiving ocean air you gasp and dive, digging into the ocean as if a mole desperate to return home. Fog coils around you as you float you feel close to melting your form into water becoming the sea, or a fish, and you wish you knew the fish's trick (breathing underwater) but you don't. So you content yourself with being tumbled and tossed, rolled around in the palm of the Pacific a soft fleshy worrystone and you know for a fact that this is life distilled everything comes down to this everything whirls around you and you are as far from the center of the universe as possible because you are immersed in the roil and thunder of All.