top of the tide
I sit on the granite wall
by the old wharf
at the top of the tide.
Water swirls in eddies
unsure of direction
at the top of the tide
two swans paddle up river
while bubbles float all ways
at the top of the tide
geese honk on the mud flats
enjoying deep water
at the top of the tide
the water is retreating
heading back to sea
at the turn of the tide.
I leave the granite wall
by the old wharf
at the ebb of the tide.
