Waves

This time I tumble,
Rolling over and over
Unable to breathe
Life force fighting
For air and footing.

This time I stand,
Held by rock feet,
Focus; will.
A shield of flame
Cuts through the ocean.

This time I am the water,
Surrendered,
I am wild:
Dead calm; a tsunami;
A lurking, capricious mystery.

This time I am
Dappled droplights in spring sunshine;
Rain that sprinkles up
As well as down;
A crisp winter's dewy walk.

This time I am
An old quarry turned lake.
Moons, trees and faces
Are reflected in me,
While depths are only imagined.