The Waves

I saw the first wave from across the sand,

It coaxed me away from the powdery land.

Another one followed and curled in the wind,

Then a third and a fourth and a fifth one came in.

Each wave was a verse from a watery song,

The sea soaked the stanzas that floated along.

One was a sonnet and one a haiku,

A ballad, an ode and a limerick, too.

I bathed in the sea for a couple of years,

Suspended in water I shed a few tears.

And after they flattened I floated to shore,

But I hope to go swimming another time more.