This is my ode to a worthless winter storm season and lament of paddling alone.
I think I call it ‘Challenge Neptune to a Fight’
Alone on the ocean
is where I’m meant to be
only alone on the ocean
there is no one else to see
So alone i lust
for Neptune’s wrath
waves tips white
choked in his tight grasp
Triple overhead
Is that what I hear?
Neptune’s call
is deafening in my ear.
Safely on shore they say
“fool, have you no fear”?
Huh?
through the raging wind I cannot hear
No hubris or hype
nor illusions of grandeur
if Neptune takes me down
none shall be sadder
Though not Satan’s apple
I must take a bite
but I will not be cast off
not without a fight
So off the beach I hobble
to toil and sweat
to brace and wobble
yet in the chaos I do not fret
running nose down, paddle up
spray hammering the back of my neck
A pointless pursuit,
in search of Legend
yet known to no one
a lonely endeavor indeed
So if you see me
screaming downwind in orange and white
get off your couch and come with me
Challenge Neptune to a fight