A
Different Tide
I’ve
walked this strand before
A thousand times
though never alone
Always
before, it seemed the sand supported me
and the bluffs shielded me from another sky
Now
waves that I have listened to
A thousand times
speak in a new tongue I cannot understand
Driftwood
taunts me with its approach
only to recede with tide’s ebb
I
look down
A sand dollar at my feet
promises its riches
I
pick it up and throw it to the waves
Mary
Beth Watt
Mary Beth Watt left the Silicon Valley experience for a home in Ashland Oregon, where she is a fangirl of The Oregon Shakespeare Festival as well as an amateur actor on lesser stages. Her poems have appeared on Your Daily Poem, The Autumn Sound Review, Soul-Lit, and in The Oregon Poetry Association's special journal, Pandemic.
...the simplier lines usually are the most cutting..
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