After surfing

It’s the wave, its translucence just before it falls over in a frothy jumble. I can almost see through it. What I can see is dreamy and warped, the sun, the land wiggled and watery. It’s the wave, like heat coming off a street in late August. As a child, I’d lie on the grass and look through the heat and see how it changed the world on the other side of the road. It’s the wave.

 Photo by Cesar Melo

Photo by Cesar Melo