The Tide
Yesterday, we walked along the tide's edge
scavenging rocks and small frosted shards
of glass, whose edges had been rolled smooth.
I waded out into the tide and watched as you
like some strange cat ran away when the tide
approached. The waves formed frighteningly
only twenty feet away yet were dissapated
when the previous wave retreated. The water
pulled at me splashing and soaking me
at especially innconvenient times,
I learned quickly that one
should never mock the tide.
scavenging rocks and small frosted shards
of glass, whose edges had been rolled smooth.
I waded out into the tide and watched as you
like some strange cat ran away when the tide
approached. The waves formed frighteningly
only twenty feet away yet were dissapated
when the previous wave retreated. The water
pulled at me splashing and soaking me
at especially innconvenient times,
I learned quickly that one
should never mock the tide.