Face In Water When He Goes Back Poem

so he goes back. He goes to the water and lays in the sand with a sense of relief. The protagonist says, “Almost in reconciliation, it seemed the same waves that had washed up on the beach when I was a boy were now fondly washing my feet, soaking black my shoes and pant cuffs”. But just as a large gust of wind, scary at first, but relieving in the end:
Forty long years collapsed like a dilapidated house, mixing old time and new time together in a single swirling mass. All sounds faded, and the light around me shuddered. I lost my balance and fell into the waves. My heart throbbed at the back of my throat, and my arms and legs lost all sensation. I lay that way for a long time, face in water, unable to stand. But I was not afraid. No, not at