Standing on the lip of a two metre drop <br />Standing on the kick with his trucks in the air <br />Standing on his youth and held by his fear <br />If he tips just a bit he will dropp like a rock. <br /> <br />Those fancy shoes, that mother’s love <br />Those you beaut high zoot wheels and all <br />Must be enough to do the job <br />But what’s it take to take the drop. <br /> <br />The noise the scrape the rolling roar <br />Of others comes and goes ignored <br />Hypnotic concentration peaks <br />And then … the moment of release. <br /> <br />He drops, he flies, he feels the rush <br />And hypersensitive control <br />Adrenal lightness scrotum tightness <br />Autopilot on a roll <br /> <br />He rolls out and he rolls and rolls <br />He rolls out and he rolls … <br /> <br />Until momentum dissipated <br />Leaves him limp a rag doll standing <br />Stretched and tested then regathered <br />“That was kinda fun, ” he thought <br /> <br />So now the new the future too <br />Have made a choice for guess and trust. <br />There is no need to know it all <br />You only need to know enough.<br /><br />David S Dennis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/97-first-time-at-the-halfpipe/
