power and a petrol smell
sand in my eyes
sound in my face
fear on my tongue
hold on tight
-this will be a bumpy ride!
fast enough to climb up and up until
you reach that horizon
hoping its not too steep a drop on the other side because
you forgot the brakes and accelerated instead
so we decided to fly -one second- or two …
met ground on tip and almost toppled forward
balanced like a spinning top then -thank God- fell back
breath for a moment. You ok? yep, ok? yep
and carry on!
steep slides and power
that refreshing smell of petrol
flying along a bumpy ride of
mountains and the ocean along a horizon
edges and edges and edges everywhere
there is no closer ground to cloud
we are on top of the world!
surround by a very loud surround sound
I watch it tiptoeing
to see across the edge of a blurry window
sand in my face
sound in my eyes
blue sky, mountaintops and steep drops!
the smell of petrol and fear and friendship
yeah, dunebashing’s alright!