I flew towards the boy, his hand outstretched,
The roaring wind urged me on,
The sand felt hard under my flowing soul,
The boy's eyes widened,
His hand floated forward and touched
My wave.

This poem was highly commended for Poetry Object 2018

Judge's notes:
‘The Wave’ speaks to us from the perspective of an ocean wave, and in brief, charged lines, captures beautifully the momentum and energy of its subject. As readers we, too, are carried along by ‘The roaring wind’, and experience the
complex sensations of this natural entity, translated by the poet into human terms: the wave has a voice and its liquid body is also its ‘flowing soul’.
The selection of particular details—such as the boy’s ‘hand outstretched’—upon which to focus, allows us to hone in on the dramatic, but also surprisingly gentle, climax: the moment of contact between boy and wave.

~ Bella Li, Judge, Poetry Object 2018
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