I count to ten. The steep wave keeps me down.
I think, Poseidon wins, I’m going to drown.
Green water rolls me over egg-sized stones
then the wave sucks back. I breathe and check my bones.
Earth Tourist
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I count to ten. The steep wave keeps me down.
I think, Poseidon wins, I’m going to drown.
Green water rolls me over egg-sized stones
then the wave sucks back. I breathe and check my bones.
Earth Tourist 
Real, beautiful; it appeals to me.
Thanks, John. Glad this worked for you :-)