Giant Manta Ray

A black giant manta glides through a peaking wave. Its dark shadowy silhouette traverses through a rolling translucent shimmering tunnel. The hilled fluid mass raises me up upon its ridge, then gently lowers me as it passes by. Water begins to whiten as a tubular cascade begins to roar, creating mist sublimating into heavens above. Water and sea foam journeying towards a final yet not-so-final destination. The mass of energy dissipates and disintegrates along the darkened soaked sandy shoreline. Two worlds collide, borders in flux, seeping into each other. A process of giving and taking, with grains of sand returning to an ocean floor, and droplets of water departing from the great open ocean: An edge that can never be fixed in place. A stasis that can never be. The manta continues to lurk so near yet so far.