The Drive

My faded Volkswagen beetle waits patiently for me to wobble to it.

The drive to the beach is only twenty minutes,

Just enough time for all my muscles to stiffen.

Every joint protests when I get out of the car.


The Anxiety

My chest tightens with each wave breaking.

They say watching water or fire is relaxing

But I realize I’m holding my breath.      


The Cliff

The salty ocean air thins the mucus in my throat

But it’s still hard to swallow.

Through my droopy eyelids I look at the bridge, one last time.


The Jump

I am caught in a big wave.

The ocean plays with me like with a rag doll.

It’s happy it got a new toy.


The End

The calmest place is beneath the waves.