Waiting
The communal solitude of surfers
Something she said
Breaks the silence
A raft of surfers float
As innocuous as black gulls
The glossy flint surface
Undulating quietly
Little moments overheard
Small pieces of people
Seeping out
And laughter
The wave he stole
The salt making everyone's eyes shine, bright with fellowship
The connection is momentary;
sometimes just a smile, or eyes meeting,
fleeting as we scan left to right
Recognition
Sometimes a truth escapes
An accent far from my own
A trophy won only for a day, long ago
A promise to meet again
Recurrent and impossible like a dream
After so long without waves
Everyone is happy
Welcoming
Soaking up the summer swell
Small waves are like playing with children
They bring out the delight
The secret playfulness lost in responsibility
Denied by tradition
Giggling and tumbling
In the soft summer foam
Here,
The Winter is different
And silence descends
A military confidence
Helmeted against the elements
The voices drop to lowered tones
Can a lens protect them;
From cold and fear,
And uncertainty?
Sinking beneath the building wall
Deep inward reflection
You come up against yourself
With every wave you face
You get beaten and tested
You find and lose faith
And come up for air
Able to live with yourself.
About the Creator
Elsa Michaela | @surfthought
When you hear a song
One that stops you in your tracks
That seems spoken from your own mind
Do you listen and listen again?
Follow its streams until a tide,
Inside you
Rushes to fill in the small hollow parts
…Yeah, me too
INSTA - @surfthought
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