I Know the Right Wave will Come

I creep into the frigid waters of Higgins Beach,

and shiver as icy water seeps through my wetsuit.

I wade up to my waist, hug my boogey board

close to my chest, and anticipate the perfect ride.

Small waves break fifty feet out, 

and send a ripple not quite large enough.

I spot surfers that give up,

but I wait, I know the right wave will come.

 

I swim along the shoreline,

and am faced with waves too large.

They roar as they close in on me,

and I must fight to not be washed ashore.

Many times I allow walls of water to roll over me

that crash thunderously on the shore.

I spot surfers that give up,

but I wait, I know the right wave will come.

 

Finally, I discover a stretch of ocean

with waves the perfect height.

When the right one comes,

I push off the rocky bottom,

flop onto my board,

and glide to the shore.

I spot surfers that gaze at me enviously 

because I waited, I knew the right wave would come.

 

 

 

Maren Cooper

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