A Zen Moment

 The big waves arrive,
 we catch it.
 The surf pounded, the salt water sprays.
 Together we screamed down the wave.
 Laughing, we were as the curl of the waves
beginning to crest.
 In a flurry of foamy kisses
 Holden loses his grip.
and I lose Holden.
 I tumbled, somersaulting.
 Nirvana.
I stand up against the waves,
heart pounding as wild as the surf.
 On, two, to thirty.
No Holden……
 There. His black suit. His long face. His glorious, thick, wet hair,
 and eyes the color of wet sand,
 nestled in his sunburnt face.
 I swim, like a great hand the ocean pushes against me,
 assisting.
 I grab, he grabs.
 Nirvana.