Playgrounds
For the Northerly winds return,
I sit out alone, but how I yearn.
The soft spray settling upon my back,
You have just let another one go, Jack.
Through the horizon, they rise and they fall,
Stealth like a feline, continuing its silent crawl.
Your mind wanders, dissipates amongst the drift,
Overhead another Twin Otter finds an upward lift.
Here she comes, building, she is mine!
Heavens above, at least show me a sign.
A perilous activity, danger, blood, it lurks
Place those pads correctly, and you will receive your perks.
Swivel towards shore, the palms how they sway,
The coral below, only fear stands in the way.
Feel the draw, the suck, the peak,
No mistake, or your body cut, outcomes lay meek.
Many thoughts flow in the mere spittle of fleet,
Been here many times before, arms push, plant your feet.
Time even to witness your environment,
The grandest of myriads, liquid personal confinement.
Up and you’re going, water through fins, streaming and flowing,
Easing as you concentrate, you feel the world slowing.
Chest swelling, abound by self-appreciation,
The lines in front, all slaves now of your mind’s creation.
The world rotates and across it you glide,
A selfish process, but love within self is where you confide.
Inside the notion sits, of tearing this wave apart,
Knowing that with it, however intoxicating, tickling your own heart.
Thrashing and slashing, you make your way right,
Back foot planted, the lip puts up a gluttonous fight.
Inwards and out, nautically you weave,
Pursuing the end of a bedraggled wizards sleeve.
Although activity it is, suspended, floating with force,
The outcome can as always become callous and coarse.
For the addiction abounds and within it, gleeful rest,
The summation of your time, residing on a nearly fallen crest.
The torch in hand, lighting up a fathomed way,
Take the lead child; please do not run in dismay.
Paths open and close upon this watery parchment,
Welcome your friends to a new and revolutionary department.
Disillusioned, paddling out through the heck,
Check out your mate, submerged below their neck.
Here we are falling again, gearing for one more turn,
Just one more brother, then we can adjourn.
The breakers crash as to shore you make towards,
Could be Torquay, Kiribati, or the Norwegian Fjords.
Amazing height on those you see before thee,
Wishing the fear upon you, the life at sea.
But you dive like a duck, can’t hear the cooped chicks cluck,
Through the kelp weed and fears, you give out a healthy shuck.
The tide slowly recedes, you eat your lunch from a tin,
Talking to all, just glad you made it in.
Finished, fulfilled, friends welcomed to the shore,
Traverse the slippery rocks, think of those who shone poor.
It is final, eyes on the hills saw your feat.
Board against the wall, cold shower, you are complete.
