Monster’s Wading Room

Monster’s Wading Room

By Tyler Lucas Mobley  

No need to follow my path, 

don’t know how to live with

instigating death. 

A brown torrent five meters across

appeared as mild as tea and cake.

Being eaten or becoming prey,

not fond of finding oneself on

the menu. 

Timeless terminators, in need of

minesweepers for submarine feet. 

There on the beach, sandals in a fist,     

we’ve all heard of Russian roulette 

we welcomed the unknown. 

The phenomenologist SAT, 

a religious act of faith, a 

declaration to life and it’s 

persistence. 

Breathing axioms, in up to our 

chests, a steady forward pace.

A year later a surfer at the

same crossing caught a bite in

the leg, he didn’t make it out.

A conscious choice, to allow 

the world to unfold as it will,

to put your life in the hands of

something beyond yourself.

“To dare is to lose one’s footing 

momentarily. Not to dare is 

to lose oneself.” – Søren Kierkegaard 

Author: mobleysurfer

Change is the only constant.

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