The Perfect Wave

She squeezes into her skintight wetsuit 
And holds her board underneath her arm 
She makes her way through the sand 
Listening to the crashing waves 
She dives in and begins to paddle out 
She dives underneath a breaking wave 
But never breaks her concentration 
She makes her way into the deep sea
And waits 
A wave approaches her, but she lets it pass
She knows there will be many waves 
But she must decipher between the right wave and the wrong wave 
And that last wave was the wrong wave 
Three more wrong waves pass by
Before one that seems right makes its way towards her and her board 
She begins to paddle
Faster and faster 
The wave hits her and begins to push her forward 
She pushes her self up and begins to ride 
She feels the breeze in her hair as she rides through the sky 
She is overwhelmed by freedom and exuberance 
Until she feels her board begin to wobble 
And the wrong wave crashes over her 
She tumbles into the sea
Her board dives into her, completely out of control
She holds her head for protection
She loses all sense of direction 
As she spins underneath the powerful sea
Until she plops back up to the water top 
Her board lies next to her
She hops back on and paddles out 
She waits 
Looking for the perfect wave