Three

OBX, North Carolina.
My father pushed me out onto my first surfboard
through the clear blue water.
Like the waves of the ocean
he reached out to me.
It was the first time that I knew
I was meant
for the water.
I was three years old.
I waded out into the waters deep.
Looking back
this was something I loved.
It was something
I would be good at.
Three years old.