The beginning of my poem about letting go Black sand beach on the Big Island Was it Kehena Beach? Yes, we were nude, Nude in the great waves, around women friends Current pulling us all into the powerful surf Pulling me in like a little lump, a leaf, Helpless in the suck and throw. Foam And me thrash on the rocks only to be Dragged in again. Until one friend said Let go, don’t fight the water, let yourself be Taken and flow out. Let go. Let the love, And I did. I can’t tell y