I paddle beyond the breaks
no one knows me or calls my name
I like to surf the gray half-formed mornings
when the fog holds the water close
the pulling of the moon brings me back
as a lifeguard watches me from his tower
His gaze follows
as I rise and fall on every swell
the tourists arrive with children
their laughter, umbrellas as bright as suns
but the mornings still belong to me
and the rising waves
Even from the water I can see
something in him has changed
the way the sand erodes grain by grain
no one sees until that one day
the dune gives itself away and what held
its shape is lost to the waves
This is where I come to surf
I leave when the lifeguard falls in love with me
