Imprint

It rises slowly, deep in the distance,

advancing at a steady pace.

I watch it unwaveringly:

A solid wall

moving towards me.

Only me.

White foam materializes

as it grows vigorously,

as if it’s seen my dangerous eyes cast upon it.

It slowly bows and begins to crumble,

only to swell to new heights.

I’ve met my match,

and been defeated,

so I move away from the shore.

My feet, deeply imprinted in the wet sand,

are swiftly drowned by the arrival of the wave.