Photo Giovanni Arechavaleta

LOW TIDE

Only we

Know this

The ocean people

The pulse

Of our world

The pull of

Distant things

Ideas visions

Things we

Cannot see

Or fathom

Take their place

They watch us

Amused

As we ravel

And unravel

Our days

Build things that

Will not last

Worship the unseen

When we are

Right here

In my dreams

The bay is empty

Debris and piles

Of unwanted things

Discards that passed

Almost unnoticed

Through my life

Lay as though new

And untouched

By time

They will be covered

Six hours from now

Out of sight

Until the

Next dream