The Waiting

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I watched a surfer as he watched the sea
right at the edge,
where he stopped contemplatively
he waited for the perfect wave,
that set he could ride
he stood still
watched and waited
for the tide to arrive

He watched the sea, as surfers do
with that surfer’s eye for opportunity
the thrill, the spills and falls
the waiting, the patience,
I saw it all

I stood with him
and faced the sea,
recklessly assessed
the turmoil, the torment,
the uncertainty

And like that lone surfer
who faced a churning sea
I waited patiently
for love to arrive
and overwhelm me.

a dawn bird

In response to RDP – Friday – Overwhelmed

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