Crest

The wave slams onto

The flat of my board, pushing

And throwing me

Into the icy waters,

Despite the hot 90

Degrees,

The cold envelops me.

The waves rise again,

I see a good one

In the distance.

Paddle

Paddle

Paddle

And my board is flying

And I am cold

Again.

Perpendicular he yells

From shore,

The wave is coming at me

Again.

I plunge,

Turn,

Paddle,

Paddle,

Paddle.

I’m cruising,

Up he yells

From shore,

And this time I push up

And I am

Above the wave.