I wait for the holiday crowd to clear the beach
before stepping out onto the first wave.
Soon I am walking across the Atlantic
thinking about Spain,
checking for whales, waterspouts.
I feel the water holding up my shifting weight.
Tonight I will sleep on its rocking surface.
But for now I try to image what
this must look like to the fish below,
the bottoms of my feet appearing, disappearing.
-Billy Collins
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