Lone wolf at the beach 

Each wave is as drenched as the other;

That is: one wave is never drier than the preceding wave,

Nor wetter.

This wave might be taller than the next which will be high enough.

Each wave dies the same death as the wave before it.

The notion that each wave contains the same amount of salt

Is under consideration, although

I'll be voting "nope" before the decision is made at the table.

I almost drowned, once.

Some people play games with waves.

They ride them like bucking broncos toward the shore,

Sometimes drooping all ten toes beyond the nose of the board.

I understand there’s a technical phrase for this ridiculous procedure.

What's worse is that they zig and zag like Karl Wallenda in a gust of wind.

I enjoy seeing the waves curl over the boys and girls like an igloo

As if protecting them from dryness.

The boys and girls are applauded when this happens,–– but

I think it's the wave which deserves most of the credit.

Katsushika Hokusai's long distance wave serves me better than

The homebound waves at Horseneck Beach.

That's only because it's drier.

I’m usually dry.

I’m a dry person.

It’s my intention to remain as dry as possible throughout the day

And especially through the night, but most especially at the beach.