Tides

Waves wash over a single stone
and every grain of sand is drawn into the sea.
The sun exposes each color,
a beautiful nakedness,
perfect and temporary as conversation
with the woman you love,
that perfect glistening moment
that comes,
and goes,
and comes again
in the tides of love.

About this poem

Connection, deep connection, ebbs and rises with the tide of life. Sustaining it takes patience, and a mutual belief that the tide will rise again. And again. And yet again.

Tom