I was pulled up,
Only to be sucked back down.
The sea lurched and charged!
My hand reached to clasp my father's.
Instead I dove
With a new strength,
Fooling the incoming wave.
As I surfaced,
Gasping, laughing,
My father's hand met my own,
And together we ducked,
The sand churning beneath our feet,
While happiness knocked me over.
Woodbridge, Connecticut
