Walking the Tide Flats
When I'm walking through the tide flats
I'm creating a space in my heart
For gladness and gratitude
I taste the tangy bite of the clam
As the seagull gulps
The wind against my hull feels briny
Buffeted by the seas breath
I follow warm currents
Finding shells ravished by the years
Similar to my own
Crusted with barnacles, living
Still as shelter to crabs or daughters
High the song of the scavengers
Mournful sound cannot dappen me
My eyes gaze the horizon
Follow the waves back to shore
Hear also the silence
Of islands distant blue bulk
Hanging from beneath stormy clouds
Pushed west by the offshore fan
The sun warms my hands as i walk
I see a heron glide with grace
Past me to land among the gulls
Crabbing must be good here
Empty carcasses left behind in the sand
Lead me to the edge that lines the earths shape
To dip my toes in serenity's ample arms
Brighter are the days thus spent
The harmony of the sea
Alive beside each step as I cruise home
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