The Surfer


 

Michael owns that blue green tunnel’s sway
before bold nature casts him from the sea.
He’s god but for a moment; tilts his way.
What man resists such magic’s brevity.
The moment flows and swift the water flies.
Around such power one might turn away
but surfers are committed as they ride
momentum’s wave.  There is no turning back.
The beauty of the sea a shining glance;
a heavy hand that turns the mighty wave.
There’s climax and a mystery’s romance
for man who will forever be its slave.
Acceptance gives the surf its final spin
as glorious as when that dance begins.

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