He Walks in

He keeps cool.

Brave men go calm and they look ordinary.

He stares at the sea, calm, dark blue, and filled with what he won't know.

He likes this.

He's ready,

his eyes focused into the water,

hands on his waist,

and he breathes.

He doesn't talk too much.

He walks in.

The game is on,

between him and the sea.

Thirty seconds ago,

he looked at his wife, tough.

Like a tough man does.

He holds his spear now, his girl looking at him on his back.