Poetry Blog Post

The seas of the Galapagos always have a powerful surge and swell. The waves crash against a rough and rugged shoreline. The unbridled brutality of the sweeping volcanic landscape rises up from the rawness of the Atlantic Ocean in this remote part of Ecuador.

With this in view and in mind, I ask “You ready?” to my 16-year-old son. We’re sitting on the edge of a large rubber dinghy in 5mm wetsuits with hoods, gloves and full scuba gear.