Rawn MacDon

(was to a picture of surfers)

I remember golden grains of sand and the glimmer of the waves
Running with my board in hand, down the beach I raced
Sprinting toward open water screamin carpe dium at wave breaks
Riding on the crest of life with tunnel vision saying grace
I never feared rip curls, a bull shark’s bite or being submerged undertow
But, was more concerned with the surf, the wind and whats afloat
the currents trending flow, tidal riding times or when to b catchin boats
ud think I’d have this memorized, I’d bet i don’t
I get caught up in the minute, they tend to blend over the water
Back to the sky, trying to ride high on waves I couldn’t carve in
A decorated edgin dedicate, I quested quickly for white marlins
woke up to waves, slept by injestin’ valerian shark cartilage
I paddled my hardest to service the great kahuna's sermons
Ventured into currents till the turbulence grew uncertain
Couldn’t see anemones n urchins thought the next wave id surf in
Next surge formed a maelstrom that’d leave atlantis unburdened
Rode its’ crest for what seemed the oceans length n then its surface
The board warped underneath my feet, and I was nervous
My feet slid off, Its become hard to breathe and my heads hurtin….
I may be out too deep, in the dark, but at least im surfin

...an ode to the dead surfers...