I have a friend
Who walks in rivers.

The challenge is balance,
He says.

He takes his time,
Feels his way,
Stays on his feet.

I will try that in the Atlantic,
I thought.

For a change
I will not rise with the waves
Or dive into them.

I will forget everything
I know about swimming,
Watch the waves,

And stay on my feet.

There will be
No going under today.

The waves pushed;
I stepped back.
The current pulled;
I stepped forward.

I watched the horizon

As it rolled into me
And I rolled into it.

I thought I heard a whisper;
It was my own breathing.