the tide rises, the tide falls | an oceanic literary magazine

ocean sound
in between waves...

Waves retreat
with no sense of bone, or borders...

...and the waves – the swells ruthless,
ebbing eternally, delivering their tear-encrusted jewels...

sands were
s h i f t i n g...

The ocean is deep, dark, and wide
I hear her talk to me...

as the mist starts to creep
in that unexpected way...

flee as wave rushes in
flock back as it recedes...

You’ve already been here
in this water that is spring water...

the first shore I met:
white as a fingernail...

Along the green gulf, frothy morning sands scuttle with
white crabs, nervous zigzags who draft faint tracks in the first...

The shattered sky bleeds light
Like a wound in eternity; its...

I've been to the gulf twice.
When I was older...