Late afternoon, I’m racing along the soft lips of sand that stretch to the rocks. My feet wet crunching the shells that glitter like ornaments on the tideline.
The tourist traffic is heavy. Aimless roamers, all dressed up, keeping their distance from the water.
They smile and point at me like I’m an attraction.
stripped to the waist
following the wave back
into the oceanstripped to the waist
following the wave back
by Graham Nunn
Brisbane, Queensland, Australia
first published in Measuring the Depth, 2005
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