Poem: Low Tide

Low Tide

Low tide and the demarcation of color is stark.
Life and death, or something that looks like it.

Looks though, can be deceiving.
Things live in the muck.

At times,
Even you.

About this poem

One of my great surprises in life that is that somehow, even in the darkest portions, part of me still lived. Waiting for the change in tide.

I still count on that.

Tom

PS: The picture was taken in Rye, NH.

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