April fuels my love affair with low tide.
Like no other element the shore romances -
Face kissed by wind and
Feet hugged by stones
The subtle trickle of ebbing waters
lures me traipsing miles along the edge
of the island.
Eyes dazzled by shimmering waves
fill with tears.
Gratitude and joy that there are
clam shells and eel grass
And sorrow, too, whispers thru me
Our life here is so brief
I cherish this moment before the tide turns
and the flow toward shore begins again.
