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An original work by SeaCliff - as first published in 2008 on NYNJSurf.com Twilight glistens early Clouds and colors all redrawn Swell window opens for a moment Come morning she’ll be gone 9ft at 12 approaching 175 - Her angle’s near due South My chest? It’s loud and thumping Deep breaths escape my mouth Suiting up and getting ready Wind's just gone NW “Game on!”, my friends are saying “Game on.” No time to rest Cold hard bite of winter Cuts knife-like through my brain Hard south swell is drilling Dive deep. And bear the pain. Silence rules the lineup With a dark and serious tone Heart is pumping, adrenaline rushing Surrounded. But still alone. Set looms on the horizon Grey on grey, waves on sky Black dots of my companions They turn, I watch them fly They’re gone - lost for seconds Deep inside the veil Reappearing moments later I’m jealous of their trail The count can’t tell the story 2 hours, 6 waves, no more My mind beholds the glory Of waves and winds offshore Ice cold changeouts in distant parking lots Talk with friends…more on the way? Tired and stoked. Smiles and stories Best swell ever? Best ride of the day? We wait in anticipation For these days so dark, so cold To surf the winter Nor’easters There’s surf, all else will hold.
Copyright 2008, all rights reserved. May be republished by permission. |
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