Ends of cycles create rarefactions

In open spaces of rolling waves, 

I surf the curls

Of curved blue sheets.

Their face reaches out 

To my fingertips as I slide

Blending, with pulsating music.

With both hands out, smiling, 

Releasing the mist of saudade,

To trail behind in swirls

And meld with this shiny slipstream.

Strings of droplets coalesce,

Awakening incandescent fractals 

In turquoise blue and emerald —

Resonating in their sunlit sparkle.

Interleaving with this fluid weave,

Carrying tesserae of moments unrealized

To form my mosaic — a reflection 

On this moving, shining mural.

Pulling in new messages from its depths 

To the shores

To form new rarefactions,

So I may continue to slipstream.