When the Tide Remembers!

The sea was a whisper before it was water, cleaved through the wind. I stepped into its silver mouth, waves curling something pressing in a wistful longing for a past I never knew. Seagulls traced ethereal designs across the expanse their wails scattered like fragments. Somewhere underneath the foam, the past was fossilized within sedimentary strata waiting for my hands to delve deep enough to find it. The tide came in more forcefully and I thought of to how love in this way always arriving, always leaving--- sometimes tender, sometimes intense enough to split the coast in two. When it ebbed, it left behind more than remnants of a disaster, it embodied the ideal I sought; calmed by the steady undulations of the sea, gleaming in calmness; as if the tide dredged up on the verge of being forgotten.