Summer Memory

Shall I share with you summer’s memory,

As I recall ocean’s gifts received?

Warm sands made wet by a brush of the sea,

A joyful thought of freedom conceived..

Sunlight shatters across unending waves,

Curls rise, close, rise again, invitingly.

Clutching my board, I search for forming caves.

Choosing my rise i paddle cautiously.

Blue waterwall gross as  I plant my feet.

I ride atop, curling fist chasing me.

Then into the tube where water walls meet.

A moment of oneness, me and the sea.

Close out tumbles me off, feels like a dream,

My love for the ocean is so extreme.