Adam Blatner

A friend sent this, and it was poetic enough that I asked her permission to post it, and she said yes:
    “In my life, I am standing in the ocean and facing the beach.  I love the beach; the rhythmicity of the waves relaxes me.  I love the warmth of the sun, the smell of the salt water, and the feel of the cool breezes on my face.  When the ocean is calm, I have hope that things are good and I can feel at peace.  Every now and then, a huge wave comes and knocks me down.  Sometimes I can get up quickly, but sometimes it is so big and strong that it drags me under and I have difficulty figuring which way is up.  Sometimes, I am hardly standing when another big one hits me from behind again.  If they keep coming quickly, I feel I cannot catch my breath and the struggle to keep getting up is harder and harder—especially when I suspect that more waves are coming.  But sometimes, when I am under the water, I turn and can look up through the water and see the sun shining, so I push to stand again.  Sometimes, there is a hand extended to help me up, but sometimes someone pushes me under.  I’m not sure how many times I can do this, but for now, I do.”