September 19, 2011
Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved;
my adrenaline tank on E.
Feeling the wind gently pushing my back,
like God giving his child a gentle, encouraging nudge, saying
“Everything will be okay”. I let go.
Pushing off with one foot, the other hovered, anchored to the board.
Ears shut, nose shut, eyes shut, mind focus.
The trees, grass, people and pavement all disappear as I accelerate,
my heart accelerates.
I feel G-forces, pushing my body down into a tuck for more speed.
I feel God forces, alive is what I feel.
The body acts involuntarily. It knows what to do.
Swaying, carving right, and then left.
It’s getting ready to break free from the earth, to push past normal limits of physics.
Break traction, break friction and slide.
But I plummet farther than expected, the body made a mistake in its motions.
Roots ripped from their holds and launched forward,
crashing back to the earth from which the board I rode came from.
The collision forcing my ears open, nose open, eyes open again.
I sit there recollecting, trying to piece together the sequence of events that cut my ride short.
Still somewhat lingering between Wonderland and reality I get back to my feet,
grab my board, and make the walk back to the top.
I’m not yet full.