Set Wave Seven

Sweet, sensational force

Headwind stinging skin

Swell by swell a set on high

Seven counts and she builds the horizon

Wait! I stop paddling and erect myself

Vision peaks over number six

It’s all wrong but she is massive

A lion among wolves, I hear her

Fleeting and curious she takes new aim

Sunday Session

My feet strike the sand and the wind stings my face

The thunder rolls with a resonating base

I gaze toward the ocean to inspect the grand waves

I peer in the barrel; the hollowed out cave

Waxing my board with great anticipation

As I marvel at the work of Mother Nature’s creation

I speed toward her shores to begin the great hunt

I spot it at once, my quarry in front.