Toddling, it initially was surf-chasing. Hand clasped to adults,
Pelting, giggling from harmless waves.
At Ten, playing chicken with the swell. Unaided.
In my Twenties, pelting headlong to slam in to curved walls. Reckless.
Today, near mid-thirties, a gradual acclimatisation. Calm.
Christ knows what’s next.
In three stages of metamorphosis still to come.
© Tom Tide 2016