Low Tide

at low tide

the sea draws back its veil

revealing the bones of its beneath

old skeletons of the deep

with secrets laid bare on the shore

silent witnesses to ancient journeys

the tide’s whisper becomes a sermon of the forgotten

shells and fragments speaking in tongues of salt and time

each exposed rib, a story of a doomed moonlit voyage

sharp edges of once jagged destruction

now softened by the embrace of the living

a coral cornucopia growing over history's pain

these tendrils transform the broken

into gentle whispers of life

creatures dancing in and out

blurring the scars of what was lost

in the ebb and flow of time

in this quiet reveal

we find a softened world

where even the doomed past

that never made it to a port

is given the opportunity

to be a home