Surfer Boy

You ride my tides like a slick-styled sea surfer,
Afloat and thriving in the turbid swells.
Out of nowhere, a white-winged wave will whip you down,
Roll you like an underwater kamikaze
Thrashed by the leviathan of an ocean of emotion.
You surface, sputtering slightly,
Saline seawater trailing from your eyelashes,
Only to sigh succinctly, smile with the spark of adventure,
And once again begin to patiently caress the surface of the crests.
You surf the flow high and low, shallow, chasm, calms and storms,
Riding smoothly, aptly, imperviously, like the athlete you are.
You know my gravity and atmosphere and sometimes
You pressure and pull with potent power
Just as subtle
And just as prevailing
As the tenderly glowing moon,
Persuading the very tides you ride.