Sunday, April 01, 2012
A trick of time
At surfer's beach
truth be told
a rush of splayed bamboo
screens the waves
good sets rolling in
the young like seals
let gravity be the guide
surfers shower and peel wet suits to reveal new skin
share our sides of it
and wonder what happened in all those years
See? It's all good
I am who I am
who I was meant to be
after all these years.
Me with my conventional joys, clogged heart, head in the sand
wondering what it I had just let go?
You with your uncut cords and highway stories from beyond the maps,
wondering what a white picket fence might have meant.
We think back to the paths we crossed and wonder how all this time's gone by
(And we both know time's a trick don't we?)