They all do it
Stand at the edge with their hands draped over their board or on their hips and they watch
The waves crash over and over
And over and over
I wonder
Are they looking for a pattern
A voice
Some sort of established behavior of the maverick waves
Or are they afraid
Finally they say yes to whatever it is
they through their board down with resolve
It takes the skin of the water
It glides
They go with it
The white of the waves clean them thoroughly
And somehow
Out there
They become alive
Really
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We wake early this morning
Our morning breath birthing out all over the room
The alarm shreaking
His body rattling next to mine in search of it with half closed eyes
Well, should we go
He says
His voice full of scabs and cobwebs not yet cleared
Yesterday he woke me up just as a fullsized bunny was about to be placed in my hands I was so eager and excited and had not even felt it's fur
Throwing our legs over the bedside
Collecting our swim trunks
Binoculars
Keys
We leave
His board resting against his waste
My hair flopping in the wind like I like
Unbrushed and salty from yesterday
He goes about attaching the body of the board to the top of the car
I help him with the strAp like I always do from my side, the metal piece clunking the lid of the vehicle as I lunge it across and climb in
We arrive at a little coffee shop
Always first
Before the waves
We meet someone from traverse city
We hear the Hiss and Huss of the coffee machine we open windows we take to the beach
We situate the towels
Rub sunscreen deep into his back
Pull his hair into a poneytail
I watch him the entire time carefully sneak peaks at the water
It is teal this morning and alive with grief and story and caffeine
And then he stands
Mumbling about the different breaks and where to get in and if they are clean (as if someone went dusting them this morning)
I nod as if I understand.
He stands up, face lighting with the sun and the saltwater beckoning
This is where I see the surfers stand.
Right at the edge.
They all do it.
Their hands draped over their boards or on their hips
And they watch the waves crash over and over over and over...
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