poem ode to blue hill
My wind vane points east, the flag is flying straight
Coco nut fronds dance in the breeze Time to bail to unleash the beast Pack the car my sons stashed my keys Tides coming up Sweaty palms and a sore lower back (getting old feeling young) Set up to ride I'm off like a prom dress the wind whispering through the casuarinas trees It’s cross shore I' the only one out That’s ok I ride for me , not to impress others The sound of water slurping under my board the wind steady out of the east 18 to 20 whistles through my kite lines As I set up for my first jump Power in my hand weight and will against the kites mass Power transmitted through the kites fabric causing lift WAHOOOOOOOOO I can fly At that moment of love nothing seems to exist except for here and now It’s a selfish sport (my wife says) I love to ride the wind and it has consumed me but I am just one of many. A growing cult of wind worshipers. The wind has no face just direction and strength No wars will be won or lost over the wind Just personal triumphs Take nothing but photos leave nothing but wake. |
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