the search

do you remember?

the pull,

the ticklish whispers,

of secret havens

and sacred spaces,

the promise of the purest stoke—

endless pleasures.

do you remember?

the magical high,

the insatiable rush,

passing through

liquid salt and sun

as board and body become one.

do you remember?

the feel, the pull

out of comfort

an endless search.

the next ride,

the next high,

the next thrill—

the next evolutions of us.

do you remember?

inside us all

touched by the ocean,

needing a catalyst

to allow release,

once, twice

and all over.