Waves drop and roll on Terran coasts
Brazil, Hawaii, Baja, Tobago
any beach broadly known
or kept close to the nose  

Easy green palm seashores
beige sand stamped with
ROY-G-BIV umbrellas
for a league, maybe more
a tie-dye mosaic of swimsuits and skin
Breathe it in  

wading out into Neptune’s royal blue 
straddling their surf boards
patiently they wait
the steady 4/4 tempo beat of waves
wind-given
to glide the crest
arms outstretched
stay stable, stay calm in all that crashing joy
immerse in azure unscathed
by turquoise sea horses
foaming white at the mouth      

sometimes thrown
pushed pulled plunged
into aqua gravity
alone but amongst friends  

The surfer becomes submarine
a body in paddling synch  
in a slow stride
A dolphin beginning to breach  
and reaching for their dashed board  
tethered to them by a playful cord
they breathe, bob happily in between
all that glides beneath
and whichever wave comes next