Rising, curling, foam unfurling, waves of cold Salema sea,

Next one coming, meet it running, plunge into the safe beneath.   

Behind crashing, hard sand-smashing that could knock me to my knees,

Here you hold me – Look! I’m floating! – blood-beat drumming in my ears.

Waves keep surging, endless burgeon sent up from the darkness deep,

I stay playing, breath delaying, surfacing your mystery

that's always saying all to me.