As I walk into the sea on this November morning,
Rain falling from a grey sky
I laugh at the waves as they launch their attack.

I am able for you.
I enjoy your element of shock and surprise.
The seaweed that you smuggle catches and trips me.
And still I laugh.

I choose.
To face you head-on.
To joyously overcome terror and thank the swell for the lift that it gives me.

There are times when hunkering down and letting you wash over me is the thing to do.
Even then, you might decide to send forth another toss or tumble with vigour or with speed.

I know
If I play with you, go with you, trust my self
I will find fuel in those tumbles
And enjoy the ride to shore.

Celia Keenaghan November 2020