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.