Aurora Masum-Javed

The patrolman approaches slow, scared                              I will jump.
                                                            He is so young.
                                                            His hands tremble                              like the word please.
                              But I have no intention today of leaving my body.

I’ve paused                               only to watch the surfers collide with the Pacific.
                              Such strange symmetry:                              what the wave gives,                              what it takes.
                              Where one bails beneath the break,                              another glides to shore.
                                             See, I want to say.
                                            We live.