Under the Anguillan sun

I wade into the ocean

Seagrass brushes up against

My legs and arms as gently

as a hungry cat — waves crash

The tide pulses in and out

Sand churns into clouds beneath

La Mama says: Surrender

A water ballet ensues

Ships pass on the horizon

Mourning doves and lizards watch

Silent sentinels on shore

Affirming my choice to be

Seeking solace in the sea