Time and tide wait for no one.
I was young when the water was rising,
but didn’t drown.
Every tumbling wave capsizing
knocked me around.
That was the first time I learned that
time and tide wait for no one.
I got stuck when the water receded,
dropped in the sand.
It was tempting to read as defeated,
throw up my hands.
But I was once more reminded:
time and tide wait for no one.
Staring out from the edge of erosion
at what the tide took back.
Floating off where the moon meets the ocean—
Whatever I lack,
well I’m not swimming out after it.
Time and tide wait for no one.
