Not Knowing…
The hurry to be wet-suited was when the doubt set in.
The awkward steps down to the beach, exacerbated
By surf boots, my feet were made painfully uncomfortable
By a multitude of rounded and sharp stones
En route to the ocean’s tidal retreat.
And I knew not why I was doing this at all.
The roar of lusty waves became a mighty din
As I neared the shallows, concerned rather than elated,
My distrust of Poseidon’s whims intolerable
But I plunged onward despite hesitant undertones
Into the rampant surf, which roared its deceit.
And I was thrust shoreward by a heaving wall.
The joy replaced the anxiety and I forced a chilly grin,
Speeding onward until the motion dissipated.
As I stood and looked at mist and drizzle out to sea, visible
Was a huge arching rainbow, its hues just muted tones.
Then one oystercatcher sped westward, its flight discreet
And suddenly I understood why I was doing this at all…
Pete Ray
6th March 2024…
Despite the concerns I have about bodyboarding, once in the sea, having sought the favour of Poseidon and having been granted a first, long, fast ride to the shore, I saw the obligatory oystercatcher fly across the shallows and then, dulled slightly by mist, a rainbow seemed to assure me that all was good with this recreational pursuit…
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