A Surfing Summer Sunset

What magnificently metallic golden aqua silk screen.
Incredible ripples,
glittering mirrors.
Here and there batches of soothing,
tumbling energetic cotton,
clouds above, spotty,
holy.
Glances of an orange circle of life.
Tracking of Apollo’s accomplishment.
A pulse,
from many leagues South
rises, hesitantly
lumping into
a form fit to bop.
1,
2,
3,
4, 1, 2, 3, 4.
Strokes, carefree mind looking elsewhere,
thinking here,
left foot first,
“getting
back
where it all begun.”
Ahhhh…mother nature.

-jared a muscat