Wave

It is time now. Time you must leave;
Uncurl from her greatest current
And surrender yourself; submerse yourself
To the army of readied sand grains on the front row,
Waiting to devour you voraciously.

It is time now. Time you must leave;
Let the wind roughly fold you in two
In a crashing white sneeze -
Your foaming tips will confidently crash
(even if you feel a ferocious fear)
Into a vortex of yellow beach
And some day, I promise you,
You shall sail the seas once more.