Sam swam his waters of

same-same regret

every day

and he was drowning—

his bottomless blue despair

made him wet with fret

so totally, and the anxious

currents went

down the same drain

in eddies of the exoteric—

black waters of

wasted time

pulled him under

routine had made him

mean and

he was afraid that always

swimming in the known

would fill his lungs

and dilute his spirits

drifting on the days

his lost board floated to him

and he climbed aboard a whim

standing, steadying himself to ride

balancing on his new found pride

he rode a giant and

he was afraid, man

it was a leap of faith

and Sam’s heart raced

but the wind had shifted

and he was lifted, riding

into the unknown rush

of the sweet air savior—

now Sam rides waves of

diverse anticipation

riding the unknown

to unknown nations

doing something

a little different

every day

—unafraid,

is a wave

a rip curl to

somewhere, dude

with kindness

and mindfulness—

riding the unknown