Though it is far off

The wave still rushes for the shore

And all of us caught

Between its place and its goal

Must make our choice:

We dance along the rolling surface

Or we tumble and churn in a choking ballet

We choose grace

Though fatigue whispers “give up”

We choose that dance

The hope of balance

In the face of the inevitable

We choose to become a force

One body, one wave, one motion

Crashing forward into the day –

Caroline A. Slee