At Play On The Reef
by Philip Scott Waikoloa
A south swell strums softly
across the reef
it’s summer in winter
if only in brief
the coral is tickled
and surfing kids rise
anticipating the rush and
the thrill of a ride
They stand on the tide
the white curling mist
with whistling spindrift
a swirl and a hiss
They giggle and wriggle
and manage the glide
become one with the ocean
and feed their insides
For a child it’s pure
no hinderance of vision
they feel everything at once
and know only their mission
to ride salty waves
to smile and cheer
today is the best day
“the swell is here”