Rainy Surf Pt 2

The gray dreariness of a long rainy day

Is where I find my Life’s Namaste.

As I approach the River, my Totem Heron awaits

And says, “Look around and forget all your mistakes.

There's none to see your failures; none to see your successes.

It's just you and your board and your Lover’s caresses.

And though you have 1,000 surfs or 1,000 swims,

You are still but a slave to Her weakest of whims.”

So I bring all my Life's pains & all its desires

And lay them on the River’s holy pyre.

And by her fire, I am saturated.

And the voices of self-doubt at last are sedated.

In those silent hours, I finally find my surf,

And sing songs of thanksgiving for my Riparian Rebirth.