There is no way to describe
the lapping, crashing stormy waves
The height of the waves
do no justice
Pictures and videos and all that “technological advancement”
do no justice
The touch of another’s skin after being in the waves
do no justice
There is no way to describe
the lapping, crashing stormy waves
To describe the waves as a rolling pin over my back as dough
does no justice
To describe the waves as a chest bump from a quarterback
does no justice
To describe the waves as powerful as the lost of gravity
twisting,
and turning,
and pulling,
does no justice
To describe the waves as walking through waist deep snow
does no justice
To describe the waves as a million chiropractors all working their magic
does no justice
To describe the waves as a sand storm because of all the debris it contains
does no justice
To describe the waves as shouts from a mass of teenage girls at a Taylor Swift concert
does no justice
To describe the waves as a drink of water after a long, hot, hard day’s work
does no justice
To describe the waves as a roller coaster after the long wait in line
does no justice
Sometimes,
the best things in life
can’t be explained
they can only be experienced.
You can tell me all you want about
rolling pins
and quarterbacks
and chiropractors
but I still wouldn’t know a darn thing about the waves.
Maybe it’s better that way
for words not being able to
quantify
and classify
and categorize
and generalize
these special things such as
the lapping, crashing stormy waves.
One thing that I can tell you about the waves
is that I had a lovely time playing in them.
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