South swells come upon the beach,
Like giant sea green pillows,
Swollen and begging to be laid upon,
Diving into their softness,
The water is warm and inviting,
A bath for the Gods.
Babies ride their mothers surfboards,
While my own daughter,
Holds my hand,
Waves gush over the rock wall,
Lazy like,
With no hurry or devotion,
We float buoyantly,
Side by side,
In this womb together.
