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Tuesday, September 21, 2010


The tide is marvelous when it rolls in
The water is just over one’s foot and calm
With waves that caress the beach
Like gentle foreplay

In the distance appears incoming waves
White water catches the eye first
and the galloping gangs of tide quickly close in
while the water levels rise

soon the waves pick up speed
growing sounds of water crashing
determined white water pummels
relentless, intense, unstoppable

just a short while ago
water was just to your ankles
now it’s nearly to your waist and climbing
as you back toward shore

the sea isn’t satisfied and sends more
push you back toward shore
as wave after wave hits you
and tries to take you

as intense as it is, you know the tide will disappear
and you’ll look for it to come back again
you’ll long for it’s intensity, it’s action
it’s sounds, even it’s pummeling

you’ll miss the high tide like a good woman’s love.

Our damn broke

We walked along the beach
as the sun set

The waves crashed
as the tide rolled out

We walked hand in hand
as people passed by

The sun fought the clouds
as if it could win

We conversed pleasantly
as if nothing were happening

The wind blew hard
as if it could topple everything

We built a damn of sand
as if it could hold the stream

The water held back and rose
as if held by our damn

We watched the colors of the sunset
as if it mattered to us

The wind grew colder
as if to hurry our sunset

We held each other tightly
as if we meant it

We resisted the changing climate
as if it were our last moments

Our damn broke, our sun set
as if any other result were possible