on rare occasions
when I have taken
a person for their first surf
when I am leaving the water
a shell or a seed waits in the shorebreak.
I reach down and as I pick it up
I try to invest the joy of freedom
so recently experienced.
when I catch up with the
new friend I pass along the item
with all my passion for surfing invested
in the shell or rock or seed
and begin wondering if they can feel what I feel
and wether they will cherish
the memory aided by the token
just throw it away
or let it languish
at the bottom of a pocket
,wallet or drawer.
I sometimes fantasise
that someone might have
this otherwise common stone or shell set in gold
and worn proudly while taking another lingering look
at the familiar roiling sea heretofore overlooked.
sometimes I find a stone or shell
in a box on my bedroom shelf
and I know it’s special.
I can feel it.
I dont collect too many .
then they lose the special feeling.
some people I take for their first surf
I dont even consider giving them a token
I can sense when it would just be wasted.
so I reached for the dylan song book
I figured it might be cool to close with a dylan lyric.
I fliped the book open
and skimmed love minus zero , no
the gates of eden
maggies farm only a pawn in their game nothing was right
till I came to
“all I really wanna do”
heh heh heh
yea thats it
me and the sea…