Tides

Written by: Keith Bickerstaffe


'...the great tide that treads the shifting shore.' 
                                Edna St. Vincent Millay 


Sluggishly the waves steal in like guilty 
lovers, apologetic, 
smothering the shore with gentle kisses 
of contrition; 
the ocean lies at rest, the surf recumbent, 
anorectic. 

Suddenly the heavens burst, tides no 
longer in remission, 
swells that idled now surge into shore 
their temper rages, 
'sotto voce' once, now they roar like tigers 
in their cages!