lift together in the wave
as if for a moment
there was something
greater than us.
jump together
like kids at skip rope
(timing is everything)
as if for a moment
we were more
than skin
over rocks
on our chests
in our hands.
Image: Bondi beach, c. 1930s, c/- National Library of Australia. A quadrille for Dverse #45 where Mish is hosting and asks us to use rocks in our poem. And here’s Winston Surfshirt covering 50 cent 21 Questions.
Peter Frankis writes 
Wonderful Peter!
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Thanks 😀
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That moment of forgetting ourselves, that’s what I thought of. A big poem in 44 words.
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We often like to pretend that if we only take care of those rocks in us, then we will have achieved health. But what more are we neglecting? Why tend to only our bodies when it’s our souls that are eternal?
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Those waves are bigger than us and some of us can time them well.
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To be young again with no thought of tomorrow…that is what youth is about. Most of us could care less about our souls when young, coated with teflon, and bullet proof.
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there is something great here. skin over rocks…nice
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Thanks
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Wonderful layers of metaphor. Timing is, indeed, everything, and you’ve timed this perfectly.
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There are risks worth taking…. in life and in surfing.
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There are few things as freeing as the swell of a wave, lifting you off your feet, and setting you weightless as the blue sky. Lovely bit of writing, Peter.
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I especially like this….”as if for a moment there was something greater than us”
A humbling thought we need to have more often…love the “togetherness” vibe of this poem.
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Thanks Mish – came to me at lunch – eating squid and salad and watching the swimmers in the way big surf.
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Growing up in Southern California, I remember those crowded beaches, the feeling of being in the scene and the oh-so-painful sunburns that I’m paying for now in wrinkles!
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