He struck like a rogue wave
On a calm sea
Scooping me up
Twisting me
And turning me
Such that I didn’t know which way was up
The swirl of our laughter
Crowded out any bubbles useful to
Follow to the surface
I was strewn on the shore
Drenched, sputtering and coughing
Left to pick the seaweed from my hair
Wipe off the sand stuck to my skin
He was gone as suddenly as
He had arrived
The sea relinquishing no clues to his
Whereabouts