Lines of Gray
a meditative surf session.
Out on the horizon
are lines of gray
as if perfectly painted
the ocean on display
The smooth heavy sea
tumultuous but clean
with droplets of rain
surging a grayish green
As dusk rolls in
I float and sway
the sun dips into the shadow
a light drizzle ends the day
Storm clouds on the horizon
puffy and light
elegant and moody
no sunset in sight
As I tilt my chin
rain falls on my cheeks
lightly sprinkling down
all my tension released
Above my head
the darkest of gray
a thick but wispy rain cloud
slowly moves across the bay
Behind me in the mist
a marine layer coats the shore
scattered palm trees poke out
begging the sun to linger more
Below me the depths
the secrets of the sea
churned up and mysterious
black as can be
As the lines form around me
layers of gray
I float and observe
as the sun slips away