In Love With the Unfamiliar

It is morning and the tide has come and gone again.
The sand has shifted and the patterns you loved so much
the day before, are erased. New ones show themselves
and just like love you must decided to stay or go
as the scenery transforms each day, decide where
the beauty lies and whether you can shift with the seas
and still emerge like a drowning man, gasping for breath,
in love with the ever unfamiliar.

About this poem

A love poem of sorts. Because none of us remain the same, and yet, if we are blessed, we are still loved.

I am blessed.

The photograph was taken at Chatham, Mass, Cape Cod. I have a host of pictures taken at that same spot, and they are all different.

Tom