I wait for the holiday crowd to clear the beach <br />before stepping onto the first wave. <br /> <br />Soon I am walking across the Atlantic <br />thinking about Spain, <br />checking for whales, waterspouts. <br />I feel the water holding up my shifting weight. <br />Tonight I will sleep on its rocking surface. <br /> <br />But for now I try to imagine what <br />this must look like to the fish below, <br />the bottoms of my feet appearing, disappearing.<br /><br />Billy Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-across-the-atlantic/
