watching the waves at Great Yarmouth, Father’s Day – Sunday, June 19.
Another time, on another beach
I watched you catch a wave.
Others stood further out:
thigh deep, hip deep, waist deep, and
seemed to watch and wait for
You pounced on the first promising ripple
and gave your all –
without a backward glance.
Safely on board, you tucked one arm in
and one as a rudder thrust forward
declaring your direction.
Effortlessly you rode towards me
where I stood
knee deep in the gentle wash.
As you stood
celebrating your power,