The Tide of Our Days

Lyndon
2 min readFeb 11, 2022

the tide carries in
and carries out
the shoreline a canvas
of arrival and departure
while the force of lapping
and crashing waves
change the bits
the reach, what remains
whole or broken
sea water flowing clear
or bubbling, frothy, sand-filled

if each of us are a shore
the tide of our days
flowing, churning, or crashing
under the lip
of the moon’s many faces
my shore would be
marked by gobbling waves
the violent undertows
rushing out
capturing the father rock
then one by one or two
claiming the sibling shells
eroding the shoreline’s purchase
eating up my first family, home
left scoured, empty-wet
in shadow
clinging to what remained
then later arrived

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Lyndon

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