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High Tide Low Tide...


High tide low tide along the beach,
I watch the waves collapse in foam.
The waves keep rolling each to each.

I clamshell shut my eyes. I reach
Down past darkness to my own
High tide low tide along the beach.

One sudden seagull's ill-tempered screech
Startles me. I'm not alone.
The waves keep rolling each to each.

I hunt perfect seashells, most are broken and bleached;
Shy away, squeamish, from a too-fresh fishbone.
High tide low tide along the beach.

Southeasterly winds stir palm fronds to speech.
Two clouds drifting by form a world of their own.
The waves keep rolling each to each.

Fifty-four years on this planet. It's high time I teach
Myself the art of contentment, of feeling at home.
High tide low tide along the beach,
The waves keep rolling each to each.

© 2008 Peggy Landsman
 Published in Bringing Sonnets Back

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