Painting with Water

Walking down the rocky cliff
Breathing in the perfume of surf wax and neoprene
My heart is jumping
The crashing of waves sculpts the path of rounded rocks
I slip on my wetsuit and grab my paintbrush
My canvas is the atmosphere, my medium is blue water
Striving to recreate Convergence by Jackson Pollock
I drive my tail into the lip.
The moment’s work disappears into air
the next I bash yet harder
Looking at the glistening brush and its sharp tip
he bond between us grows fonder
Though you may not surf the ocean
Quantum Physicist Erwin Schrodinger
Theorized that particles of matter move in waves.
Sound moves in waves.
Light moves in waves.
They all behave the same.
We are all surfers.

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