Swells

And the heart feels immersed
in the surfing sensation
riding the moment like a dream,
thinking the high is an endless crest
until it crashes uncontrollably
while you watch and sink with its fall.

Suddenly drowning in the truth
of how fortune’s tide never lasts,
so to surf is to cherish the time
without worshipping the swell.

Because when it expands the head
with the current of pride
you always fall victim to force
that moves through time’s sea.

Surviving is the challenge
to not think a given cresting second
is your blessing for reward,
it is understanding
how each wave comes
unto many swimmers
just find a way to celebrate
what joy comes from being on top
while also finding the means
for embracing when it crashes.