as it was
I knew a fellow once, way back. He rode a balsa board sheathed in a thin layer of fibreglass .. fragile it was, like a champagne flute.
Like a worrisome woman.
Like a mother, who ever wondered why her son would want to stay in the water on a winter evening until it was almost too dark to see the number of the bus that carried him home.
Like a father, who ever wondered why his son would risk alienation and disgrace at his school by declining the opportunities to learn the ways of success and distinction.
Like a sister, who ever wondered why her brother avoided the dances and occasions that may have qualified him as an accepted member of the society of the day.
Like a brother, who ever wondered why his brother never bothered with acceptance at his local beach.
Like a teacher, who ever wondered why the boy’s eyes were forever focused elsewhere.
Like a daughter, who ever wondered why she had to share his love with that of the sea,
Like a wife, who ever wondered why he stared so long at at the horizon, lost in the realm of eternity.