Rolling and Rolling

Riding my bike
Pushing as hard as I can
Blowing off steam
And energy I don’t understand
My friend Charles has an older brother
They live down the street
He slipped us a magazine
I felt big but I looked through squinted eyes
My mom found us on the trampoline
Growing up is like gravity
A steady erosion
I wasn’t ready
The waves in the ocean
They’re rolling and rolling
Rolling and rolling
Five hundred miles
To the right of the Outer Banks
A volcano gave birth
To beaches of the softest sand
Perched in caves looking at water
The color of jewels
I held my breath and beauty too
Who would hold these things
As close as I do
A box full of fuses
Growing up is like gravity
A steady erosion
I wasn’t ready
The waves in the ocean
They’re rolling and rolling
Rolling and rolling
I’m hitching a ride
On the back of a ferris wheel
Take me to my manhood