Today tides welled on the sidewalk.
Today I sat on the shore, the curb,
Today I watched the tides roll in.
Paint floated the waves,
White and yellow breakers;
The ants on their journey,
Fast drifting towards purpose.
At sunset, shadows marked
The tideline; dark and light, definition,
Contrast and the slow shift,
A dune and roots that bind.
The wind, waves, light and night
These things move against the moving;
Roll into dunes that roll
As waves wash off the daylight
And night rolls in with the moon –
As bright shells appear through waves of sky.