Down The Line

Over head and glassy,
A slight offshore wind.
Waist deep sand bar,
Second hand single fin.
Nobody out just my board and me.
Water temperature around 80 degrees.
Barrel after barrel the wedges push through.
One man line-up, in a sea of blue.
A juicy peak, late take off, where the bottom drops out.
Down the line, Thats what its all about.
Wave after wave till the sun drifts away.
I gaze at the mountains as I paddle in from play.
In the moonlight the palm tree's sway.
An inviting shower of warm water, from a jug that was in my car all day.