The concentration, a
retendo,
thoughts of days on the river.
My work isn't getting done.
Now where was
i.
The little hole, by Saddler Falls.
It bit me last weekend, what was it i did?
The nose tipped, and it didn't pearl,
flipped me, washed me, to just a curl.
The rush, scared to death, wow!
i feel the right move, a twist and a lean,
the right direction, can feel it in my stream.
The noise, the splashing, the feeling of surfing.
My life is right, there in that spot. The sun shining,
a lot...
Where was
i, what is this, a report?
Where i would rather be, to me, more than a sport.
Papers, piles, my office a mess,
my head on a Friday, knows where it's best!
i know where i will be tomorrow, how i dream, a
daydream...
(Been There?)