A meditation on top of the falls
Clear as a bell I heard the calls
To sojourn in the sea of salt
An invitation to good to fault
The nearest beach was miles away
Somewhere near our Byron Bay
But a walking track was not so far
And I finished the last part in a car
On the sand at waters edge I see
A six foot closeout barring me
From entry to the glassy rack
Forming nicely out the back
I grab the board with no leg rope tied
And paddle for hell against the tide
Under lips that were pushing me
On to the bottom of the sea
My dash for the back was almost done
When looming there against the sun
Stood a briny pyramid ten foot high
Blocking my vision to the sky
To make things worse and me quite glum
My board had gone and I had no gun
Five dolphins lay readied on the crest
To speed my way and piece my chest
I dived as deep as I could go
Only to be pulled up into the show
Opened my eyes as wide as I could
Flapped my arms and patiently stood
In the wave that was ten tones thick
I was worried I would shit a brick
Five noses coming straight for me
At thirty knots and no time to flee
One went directly over my head
And two at my hands I could have fed
Two at my feet but they quickly past
A star of energy and a memory to last
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