Sitting By The Shore Poem by Darlington Chukwunyere

These I saw
when I came ashore.

The ice caves
Came in a hundred waves,
Looking upward rays,
In a million ways.

Then I wondered what makes the boats
Who’re all but light, to dance on their heads with a float,
and even the passengers who dance and clap on board,
amidst every hideous tossing that throws my heart away,
as though I were they whose merry heebie-jeebies get me bored.
Certainly, I must stop the gaze to avert the daze, without further delay.

But worst still came another sight,
The surf Boy, his board and his plight;
The breath taking way he twisted and turned,
rhyming with the rhythm of the raging storm;
how I wish to be like him in years to come.