The Wave

The wave a moving gray ridge
curve from the gray horizon and
pelicans, gray too, glide just
over its forward slope sight I
never tire of from the water
I am waiting for the wave
working with my board will
take my weight from me for some
seconds to forget it and then
part of the deal give it back.

Chris Davidson's poems have most recently shown up in Miramar, The Ear, and the anthology Monster Verse: Poems Human and Inhuman. He lives in Long Beach, CA.
*Photo courtesy of Library of Congress.
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