Bodysurf
for Erin
To understand everything about the swell—
how on a given day the seventh in the cycle
provides he greatest chance to ride to shore
if caught where the rip collides with the surge,
where the wave pries a mouth wide
and prepares to heave its travelled miles—
to understand the moment of submission,
when to dive in and up the crest
in order to avoid a rabid tumble,
to be flung skyward out the other side
falling yards into the trough and humbled—
to understand that we’re aligned
to leave behind horizons to the climbing wall,
hunched and turned thee quarters,
believing that the travelling momentum
is such we’ll be absorbed and pulled along,
so someone watching oceans from a towel
might raise herself a little on one elbow
and to her partner whisper, Dolphins
About this poem
This poem, representing Bermuda, is part of The Written World – our collaboration with BBC radio to broadcast a poem from every single nation competing in London 2012.