Ebb Tide

ocean walk   
salt meadow cordgrass grows
so close together
the way we lean in
to keep each other warm

clouds sail along
endless in a vast sky
up and down in the dunes . . .
my mind chases down a poem

a million shells
drift in and out with the tide
at sunset
we hoard whatever is left
of our lives together

Ribbons Fall 2022
Volume 18, No 3