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The tide of time
by Anne Howe
Oh watery acres of darkest blue
With heaving motion
You toil tirelessly and relentlessly
Beneath the night sky.
Old man of the world;
Your foam tipped waves
Break upon the shores
Then, ebbing erase all memories of the day.
Sand castles, footprints, debris
All are washed away
Into liquid anonymity.
Each tide presents a new canvas;
Each day a new picture.
What secrets are hidden in your depths?
You perpetually regenerate the life
which exists within your aqueous mass,
Without the aid of parliaments and powers,
Having its own hierarchy in the fishy deeps.
Roll on you watery acres,
-Wise old man of the world.
You have entertained and sustained man for centuries
As old as time, yet as young as the moment.
Forever changing,
Impermanent,
Roll on......
12/17/2001
Posted on 12/17/2001
Copyright © 2024 Anne Howe
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