First Time Surfer.
He was simply a natural,
as he rose on his
third attempt ever,
to grace the waves.
Stick figure on a
fiberglass platform
dodging the blows of
the ocean's curled fist.
Both arms raised in
in celebration and elation
as he joined the historic rolls
of surfers who have threaded
that fine line between
wipe-outs and "Wahoos!"
I smiled as he rode
wave after wave,
catching just a glimmer
in the salty spray
of my own toe-gripping
arm flailing rushes
across the current of a distant past.
eyes watering slightly
as I began living Vi-carelessly
through his aqua delights,
while tasting the sweet tang
of success once more
in the new-found joys of
my summer son.
©-MFB III