You'll never know from shore,
Just the riling surface seeming random,
Clothing a hidden core,
Wading into that mass is something else,
A spec entering space,
Do you stand up against the crushing force,
Or do you dive through it like a blade,
As you make your way in towards that spot,
Where you're pulled from under,
Now privy to the water's full motion,
Releasing that wonder?
Then there's the wave,
The one you're waiting for,
Enveloping you as if you're flying,
It picks you up and brings you back to shore.