Another Tide
Look outside the tide is high
The coal black reef is gone
Submerged beneath an indifferent shroud
And glancing up, pearl shaped clouds
Move across a static sky
Look to the horizon
Beyond the yawning Firth
Restless from its duty
Where granite mountains rise
Not objects of beauty
Too bitter to climb
An ancient impediment
That was built to divide
And keep in place
Quiet little lives
Clockwork years of ticking boxes
And sand-signed sincere promises
Hands held, eyes locked
On future days together
Now in shadow
From a looming monolith
Too high to climb, the air too rare
Dare not breathe the same breath
When our different lives roll in and out
Of slam-shut doors and cruel-cold shores
Submerging the reef with incessant timing
Holding us fast to our permanent positions
Anchors to our hearts' desire
For another day, another tide
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