Yesterday,I watched the tide roll in.
It roiled around my ankles
and threatened to pull me down,
until I acknowledged its power, and
took my retreat to higher ground.
There I waited, hours on end,
for the inevitable plunge
of the sea, seeping backwards,
leaving littered gifts along the smooth white sand;
questionable heirlooms
of weathered wood, delicate shells with rainbow linings,
and smooth stones that might have tumbled over from Japan.
Picking my way,
shoes in hand,
I went to meet
the sea foam
rippling in its rest,
before the heaving sea
began to ease back
in and take the land
for its own,
only to leave its gifts again;
as if to say,
"I'm sorry for my attitude."

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