I stare at the waves in Maracaipé in Brazil
and watch the surfers do the same
Standing in the sand
with arms crossed and straight backs
eyes fixated on the sea.
I like to observe them from afar
Just like I did with you
at Eaglehawk Neck and
Where the swell reached much higher
And in Thurso when the wind blew beneath our layers
I saw the tranquility in your eyes
And felt as close to you as on Friendly Beaches.