There he lay,
Watching the ocean for the perfect wave,
Resting on the board,
The one thing that separates him
from falling into the ocean’s depths.

He sits up straight…
He feels a light ocean breeze pass

…For one moment there’s silence…

Slowly the boy turns around,
He stares at the beach,

…and back at the open sea,

…He finally sees the wave on which he thinks worthy…

Turning to the beach,
He paddles as if being chased…

He catches the wave,
Rides it home

Although on the beach not lay such a boy,
Only a surfboard…
which had been floating in the open sea for weeks.