beach break
least of all perfection,
windy, wet and wild.
a yellow dot among the blue,
paddling without a thought.
three foot monsters
coming through,
unfazed, the little yellow dot
up and down and under
until she could not.
sand and water,
over and over,
white and blue
she went under.
a still moment,
a bead of light,
her first breath—
the cycle of life.
(Inspired by below’s original writing from way back in December of 2018)