“Skateboarding” by Jim Tilley

Skateboarding

On my walk through the park today, only
a single skateboarder was taking in the warm
fall weather. I saw that he was moving
slowly, deliberately, even somewhat
awkwardly, as if this were only his
second or third time. He climbed less than
halfway up the quarter-pipes and caught
only a few inches of air off the jumps.
This middle-aged, barefoot man in black
jeans and t-shirt, sporting a smartly trimmed
graying goatee, traversed the course several
times before he noticed me. We nodded
and smiled, each knowing what it truly
means to be alive, more than just breathing.