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High Tide

Ride the Wave

By Sara WynnPublished 9 months ago 1 min read
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High Tide
Photo by Martin Sanchez on Unsplash

Slithering and slicing, moon-face mirroring,

bubbling, inviting secrets, whispering;

tell me: if I follow, how far will you take me?

Backward, there, or forward? To, or from, destiny?

Earth-gathered sky sorrows, what breath here, escaping,

breathes life here, tomorrow, at your end, cascading?

Warbling brook, calling: for whom do you beckon?

Meandering, gnawing at the earth’s mouth, silted.

Sharpened boulders jutting out around your ford like teeth,

riffled swirling cutting mossy emerald green;

will you sweep me away as you have done here, through,

when the clouds tire of rain, and tides rise from sky blue?

Tell me, if I follow, how far will you take me?

Backward, there, or forward? To, or from, destiny?

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Sara Wynn

Poetry is my language, and Earth is my playground.

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