The Hour for Swimming

It is not the hour for swimming

It is the time for dancing

But I am still

The waves and I

Are in relation

Gently flowing toward my feet

I trust

I am aware enough to predict

How close you will come

If you were to fool me

To reach me even slightly

I would secretly welcome it

I would laugh at my illusion of control

This table top is just right for two people

The light is hitting the sand just right for inspiration

You move closer

But I stay still

I am not sure why I do not reach you in the middle

I am enjoying you crossing farther and farther

More wet sand, less dry sand

I am content

But my feet still want to dance