At Surf's End

She surfs from tumbling

turquoise dunes
into a beaten irascible wash

Then with a looping arm

and an arcing mane

of glistening airborne sea

she falls

Her surfboard shoots up

an ankle-tethered rocket

breaching through salted spray

Surfacing serenely

she gathers it then wades

weightily towards the sands

and her time ashore