Ocean is snoring and roaring, spinning seaweed to yarn;
dome of steel is above me, with sunrays punching holes.
Clouds built minarets, hang the magic lantern
North Curl Curl – surfing beach, swimming pool, waterfalls.
Aussie boys with surfboats all are rolling head on,
riding waves in the swell, holding rainbow’s hand.
Foam and froth, rising tide, sea is chanting a song,
weaving lace on the rocks, throwing waves on the land.
Coast is smudged, overrun, mixing water with sand;
I am caught, clutching waves drag me out of reach
between Heaven and Earth, with seagulls’ loud band,
but the surfer’s strong grip helps me back to the beach.
Surf
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