The overhand struggle,
With a thin board of foam.
Through white turbulence,
And tall faces.
The turn,
Long and balanced,
The quick paddle,
The rush of energy,
Invincibility,
The burst of speed,
The jump,
The stance,
… The Speed …
A misstep,
The onslaught of
Thundering wakes.
Confusion,
Breath,
More importantly,
The lack thereof.
Blue sky,
Blessed relief,
To find longing.
The overhand struggle,
With a thin board of foam.
this one was pretty good... not just because its about surfing cause im not a hardcore surfer but its a prtty good poem