I.
Standing on the ocean floor,
in awe
of the tide’s retreat,
exposing the scarred surface of the sea bed:
rough rocks, sharp shells,
broken bits of brick,
and gems of sea glass.
Knowing,
that soon enough,
the tide will rise on the moment,
washing away traces of our foot-steps.
II.
Dates and initials
etched in rock a hundred years ago:
stories remembered,
tales told,
lessons passed on,
links forged to generations past.
The larger story, of which we are a part,
carries on,
long after marks made in stone
have been worn away by the passage of time.
Please follow and like us:
Whenever we travel to the coast we always check the tide times for the reasons you have noted. Perhaps it is simply the draw of the tides that we must answer – a pull of the heart.