Mystical Tides



Before me lies the ocean, with its shore,
   maintaining varied limits day and night;
at times, beyond its border, reaching more
   than ever, thrashing out in wild delight.

At other times, so docile, ebbing low
   with timid ripples that creep on the sand.
With highs and lows, the tides reshape its flow,
   by rhythms that obey the moon's command.

And here, I'm like an ocean at low tide,
   in quiet stillness, feeling down and out-
no energy, I let my high waves slide
   and merge with the calm seascape hereabout.

But like this ocean, soon my tides will turn-
   as waves roll in and stretch along the beach,
and thrashing out in wild delight, return
   to grasp the joy of everything in reach.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Standard, End of 2018
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 12/29/2018

~1st Place~
Contest: Tell Me A Story 2
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Judged: 11/08/2018

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