For Now
Where we’re standing between green flags
is a stretch of beach with conditions
safe for swimming. Beyond them, in both directions,
conditions change, maybe rocks or too strong an undertow
below the surface. Are you sure it’s safe, she asks.
It is, at least for now, I reply. Now—
with its crests and froth and salt
rushing toward us—covers our feet, our ankles,
we aren’t too far out yet. You are still young enough
to lift over as it comes. Again, you exclaim.