The tide ebbs, not far enough to reach the sandbar;
there is danger of getting dragged out and around,
missing it, your feet finding water
where the sand should be,
realizing that you are far out indeed,
the tide turning, over your head
even between the swells,
changing direction,
tossing you this way and that.
Dive under and swim for shore,
back to the safety of the shallow, boring
pools on the beach.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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I prefer the boring pools on the beach. This is a very vivid description of what happens out there if you're unlucky. Loved it!