We made it through another winter
storms & inundations:
full moon tides & break ups.
The sort that left us lost
crying out on darkened
nights for warmth.
Now the pale sun strokes
a spring horizon & all the planets
turn, just as they always will have done
a vernal equinox.
I walk the tideline flotsam & jetsam
the errata of other lives,
wonder at the strength of tide.
Yes we made it through another winter
but look at all the harm it’s done.