Ride the Tempest
The hallowed point
will be my claim.
Inside the tube's
inner wall
sprays of
anger crash around.
As the spiral circus
arrays my board
trying to snatch
Neptune’s crown,
I quickly decide
to end our game
and fall inside
its swirling gyre
where rocks
teeth my wetsuit.
As the wave
throws me forward
onto
a laughing beach
I catch
my damp breath
and reflect on
our violent game.
Poem © Mark Pirie 2016