Waves are crashing all around me,The sun is casting its yellow rays upon the island.I hear a yell but it is oh so distant:“Go! Go!”I turn my head to see a wall rapidly approaching.I thrash my arms and kick,But it seems too late for me.I push up onto the board and stand,Keeping my balance.The timing is perfect,I sail onward to the palms in the distance.I am flying.No, I am face down in the sand,Waves lapping at my feet.For a moment I think I am dead,But my board slithers up beside me.I smile and laugh.I did it.I surfed.