Surfing

Grab my magic fish
offshore winds i wish
paddle out on a nice day
sun streaking over the bay
feel the ocean
the gentle motion
nice size
glassy to the eyes
crusing along
barrels forever long
get in position
pay …

And there we were. Both in the green room. And there was a rushhhhhhhhhh of our boards slicing the wave.

To ride the energy that emanates from your hands
To dissect your sections

Chasing you as you unfurled another amazing wave that comes just once to crash into your shores

The surf is my haven and my inner thoughts but,
my solace comes from knowing you.

a poem about otters

I’m walking here with nothing to hide
I’m feeling i m alike the clown that whom walking in the steps of my shadow
Empty endless shore, a thousand miles to go