as the sun rises
on
the atlantic
I take the board out
to
where the breakers are.
I feel the cold
salt
of wind
and water against my back
as I paddle
onward.
farther and farther,
with the melt of yellow
in my eyes,
the gulls,
white winged and gliding
above me.
it's a peaceful
world out here.
no troubles, no worry.
there is no yesterday
or tomorrow,
just the patient
waiting for the next
wave
to appear.
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