I have a recurring dream, different but the same every time.<\/p>\n
I know there should be sound–the sound of waves, rolling, lapping.
But, there\u2019s no sound.\u00a0
Just rolling walls of water.<\/p>\n
Last night I watched from a window.
Other nights, I\u2019ve been walking on the boardwalk
Or running down the beach.
Last night, I watched from a window.<\/p>\n
The waves roll, sometimes inviting.
I want to be in them, but it\u2019s too much work.
So much work.<\/p>\n
A dark skinned girl appears.
Pinkish dress with tulle accents.
She wades into the rolling, raucous waves.<\/p>\n
My heart leaps.\u00a0
No! I shout.
(But not, because I am silent.)
Someone tell her it\u2019s not safe!<\/p>\n
She smiles.
Swims into the waves.<\/p>\n
And then she is gone,
Under a wave from which she never re-emerges.
Until she does. With a boogie board.
And a mother.
Behind her, steadying the board.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s dangerous! Get out!
I want to shout.
But I don\u2019t.
I watch as mom eases her fears.
Over,
Sometimes through each wave.<\/p>\n
How do they manage?
Other people in the water
Ford wave after wave.
As if they like it.
As if they don\u2019t mind the work
Or the exhaustion.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t hear or smell in these dreams…
Just see.
And feel.
Mute.
Powerless.<\/p>\n
As the waves come and come and come,<\/p>\n
They\u00a0don\u2019t seem to sense their danger.
They enjoy.
I can\u2019t see their faces.
Just their bodies, upright,
Going over and over each wave.
Watching,
Anticipating the next ones.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t they see the 70-foot waves?
Aren’t they scared?<\/p>\n
They watch.
Wait.
Float.
Jump.
Glide over with ease.
Playfully.
Carefree.<\/p>\n
As I watch from behind the floor-to-ceiling window.
Unable to stop them.
Or make them see the danger.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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