By: Isabel Didricksen
Santa Cruz

Gray-blue ocean
Meets misty blue sky
No movement detected
Across the great expanse

Nearer
A gradual swell
Rises then falls
As it glides to the shore

Eager youth
Watches with me
Waiting, waiting
For a perfect edge

Paddling wildly
He succeeds
Rising on the face
Of a green wall.

For a brief moment
Under the canopy
Of curling water
He sails

Along the wall
then
Billows of white foam
Obliterate him

In an instant
The roar
Of breaking waves
Envelop my senses

Foam floods in
Filling my shoes
I dash for higher ground
Water retreats

More waves
Break and roar
But yet
Only come so far

We both know our boundaries.

Isabel Didriksen
2009