Riding My Ripstick
I can feel the board beneath me,
gliding smoothly back and forth.
It feels as if I can fly.
I pass all the familiar streets,
That I’ve grew up passing everyday.
Even my neighbor comes to greet me,
with their dogs merrily prancing behind them.
The cool outside air smells of trees,
But there is also that of cars that had passed.
I let my hair roam free,
the wind directing it in this direction and that.
I go around like that for a while,
Focusing on my balance so I don’t fall.
There is this great sensation of pride,
Knowing that I can accomplish something,
that a lot of people don’t want to try.
All of a sudden my dad calls out to me,
Telling me it is time for dinner.
I glide smoothly over the sidewalk,
And get to the point where I need to stop.
I start slowing down.
I jump, with a great sensation,
That sensation of freefalling,
Even though I know I will get caught.
I land smoothly and go pick up my board.
Walking with that great feeling,
The one that makes you happy for some reason,
And you just want to laugh.
I walk inside, down my steps we go.
As I reach the bottom of the steps,
I turn and walk into the smallest room in the house.
Walking through the white door,
I turn and set my ripstick down.
Into the depths of my closet it goes.
Goodbye for now board,
I will see you again soon.