High Tide
Skimming the rocks along the water
standing beside you ,
seeing the sand oozing between our toes
giggling and laughing as we stand still to strike a pose,
When the tide is in ,
It rushes against the rocks with anger
higher and higher it travels ,
wiping the sand out
now it’s under the water,
low low low.
The water has vanished,
our footprints lying on the wet sand
leaving the ocean,
lonely and sad.