Produced by Maine Poetry Central and Dennis Camire

This week’s poem by Jeri Theriault celebrates the infectious nature of joy and how it is never too late for one to ride its wild waves!

Surfdancer

Higgins Beach, Scarborough

By Jeri Theriault

A girl rides

a thick-wheeled bicycle

down the hard packed

beach, and I can’t help myself,

I think of sand caught in chain

and gears, the mess

of cleaning it. I’m sure

she’ll stop before she hits

the water. She doesn’t. Rides

into the boiled-milk waves

in late afternoon. Makes

circles, laughing, her loose

pants wet, the sea moving hard

and quick around her thighs.

Behind her a surfer catches

movement and rises,

standing for a wild moment

against the late blooming sun

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