Ladders, Tides and the Way Up
It is low tide and the boats are out.
The docks are empty.
The piers are still damp. The moss too,
holds water, waiting for the tide to turn.
A wooden ladder, tired yet still firm
reaches to the water line, a reminder
that no matter how low the water falls
there is a way back.
About this poem
People often ask me if everything in my life has a lesson. The answer is yes. At times it takes me a while to see it, but it is always there. Life is a big classroom and I am a perpetual student, always aware I have more to learn.
The picture was taken in Provincetown, MA.