Surfing Solitude

Surfing Solitude short poem

Uploaded by Bruce Leto, Jr.

Thoughts embedded into my psyche unravel,
As I steadily make my way out past the unabating white water.
The pure, crisp, salty air fills my nose, lungs, and heart.

I cast an earnest gaze onto the horizon,
Awaiting the surreptitious set waves ever so often.
Blue and green liquid energy pouring from every orifice of my soul.

Tranquility and serenity fill my passionate, lustful existence
As I make my way down the line – pumping, carving, turning my board.
I utilize the vengeful energy of the waves and soar into interminable bliss.

Becoming one with nature is unpredictable serendipity.


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