I used to gather
where the bridge
crossed the bay
Pausing
in the ebb
of the changing tide
I tried to capture
the moment
of the ebb\'s decay
She came to me
with soft words of call
Left messages saying
She\'s
not sure about it at all
The sea follows
the ways we know not
Our separation
was complete
as we left
our ancient past behind
to tread
upon this land
with our own
two feet
Shake the dust
from your call
Dress the shadows
make the sun fall
Words of deliverance
wet the tongue\'s
parchment and thirst
The tide remains constant
demanding
relevant
with unrelenting pressure
It\'s married to the bay
in a never ending
struggle
of give and take