Walk a rediscovered world.
Tread on silken, virgin sands lovingly cleansed by salty waves.
Now all so quiet-
yet teeming with life a few scant hours ago.
All movement sleeps deeply, waiting to flow back.
Hastening the tide’s return.
Sea-kelp mermaids tresses dry now in Sun-shafts,
Curling in to anchor shapes to pass the arid hours.
As Iron, made stronger, clicks in the heat.
Granite breathes, now salt-flecked.
Feel flawless grains underfoot,
Feel anything but low,
In this gifted space.
© Tom Tide 2017.
Photograph courtesy of Caroline Richards.