The sun rises and sets every day by the touch of a button.
Gears crank, and the chain pulls open the garage door
Revealing if my master will ride me.
I wait with others like me, chosen for when it’s just right.
I am my master’s favorite;
It’s evident to them all.
I am carved with elegance like David
More fragile because I’m foam and glass.
The salt has dried and crusted on my body;
Maybe today I can wash myself off in the waves.