While cycling home with a blueberry crop
boxed in my bike bag, I heard the load drop;
I sidelined the bike; got down with a hop;
slowly turned to a sight that made my heart stop.
As swift as a seagull, a man on his board
swung 'round and swooped in on the black lump, unmoored;
reached down with one hand while the wheels spun and roared;
picked it up on the move; laid it down. I was floored!
A two-second ballet improvised on the spot;
a good deed done drama; no video shot
so its story and hero I hereby do jot
to tell him his cool act was full of kind thought.
—JL