Tide

She rose up to him,

stirring him, covering him,

then backed away.

Again she floods him,

he says not a word.

She leaves again to her own world,

he bruises and partly blows away.

But most of him stays,

for he knows she’ll return again that day.


Michelle Helton
 
 
 

 

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*Poem "Tide" by Michelle Helton © 2003, All Rights Reserved*