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


        a laughing beach

I catch

        my damp breath

and reflect on

        our violent game.


Poem © Mark Pirie 2016