Poem: The Falling Sea

The Falling Sea

The tide goes out. Not enough it seems.
There are still rocks everywhere,
no place to sit. No place to ponder.
No place to empty yourself
as the ocean empties the beach.

But there are hours left until the tide changes.
and who knows what lies beneath the falling sea?

About this poem

What is ahead? What lies in the darkness? In the great vast of what we don’t know. I trust to believe there is beauty there. Adventure. Growth. Love. And a place to rest.

Tom

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