Surf and slam

Friday

high noon coming

the water sheets the life below

like glass

on the Sound where

all is disconnected then

connected by true carbon

the Sun burning pure above

the whales

the Moon moving the tide

just so

all the electricity of time

burning through the board

and running volts from

foot to shore

in a web flash-bulbed

and captured

like moments in music

moments sealed within

a kiss fronting

a city at night

all the deaths on pause

all the goodness

released across the

water

electric blue across

the glass

pushing

stretching

reaching

across time broken

by speed

paused in the snapshot

of knowing

we can

take it with

us.