Question at Low Tide


Slowly the sea sucks its breath and we drag our buckets and boots to the smooth
excuse of sand. Released from ourselves, we laugh and search for the more we believe is
waiting, and then, surprised by the departing tide, sink deeper, laughing and afraid.
My toes grip the friendlier fallen parts of former mountains. Down the beach, you
have wandered, wondering, until the sun silhouettes your familiar body, temporarily
distinct on the edge of the shadows, avoiding the danger with motion, like the shorebirds.
This time it’s not fear that keeps you moving.
We’ve traveled a long way to reach this far beneath the reflections. Soon enough
they will return and cover us in ourselves again. This far from shore, each step beyond
lifts out life that has not seen light since long before before. Keeping up with our holding
back, the sea uncovers us beneath ourselves, the ancient pulse returning so slowly it could
be mistaken for death.

Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2014 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.