Caught in the cycle of a slowly dying tide

This senior gazes into the moving patchwork of ripples

Noting their sudden demise against a hardened shore

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Except where marshes absorb these little depleted waves

For there they dissipate and settle into pools

To reflect a soft blue sky contrasted by dazzling white clouds

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My mind is caught in this tidal dying transformation

Tracing its ripples that come to rest in quiet pools

Falling into reflection and into eternity

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Where not I but only my thoughts can safely reside.

AJD 10/4/16