Curved line of a distant horizon Beckoning and still unbroken The Sun is shy behind the clouds Silver line has never been thinner Ankle deep in the sand Water to the knees Anchored we stand Elusive mind flees Tide has never been higher Tremor lurks beneath the surface Water is nothing like glass Timid fluorescence adorns the waves The air has never been colder Knee deep in the sand Water to your thighs Anchored we stand Abandoned hope cries Flood has never been closer Shrouded in sweat It doesn’t matter now Pushing becomes shoving Water above the shoulders Five senses numb Sixth sense is fear And the water is curious