Tidal

February 10, 2019

 

I am tidal: my blood and heart are one

Current in me, I cycle round the bay.

Along the sea, molten silver in the sun,

Figures on the beach are inked against the day.

Wading birds still scuffle, children shout,

Dogs chase balls, and humans walk, take stock,

I feel my legs pump, air go in and out,

A sparking inside of galvanic shock.

We are from the sea, an age ago we crawled

Onto a beach with slow, unpractised breath

I am more and more these days recalled

To tide and shore, and see there birth and death.

A continuous creation brings to me,

The certainty of high tides. And the sea.

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