Poem August 13, 2001 Issue

Let

Jennifer Clark

I tried to stand against the ocean,
Secure on granule ground,
Thrown by heaving, violent motion
To shallow water, where I found
It easy to enjoy the waves,
Gazing from a distance.
This is where I chose to stay,
Due to my resistance.

I saw pale billows move
As children played in them with ease.
I thought, I can do that, too!
And walked with quaking knees.
Calm in what I once resisted,
I raised my feet, forgot my pride,
Up on rolling swells was gently lifted,
Carried by the tide.