Inexorable tides
something like
inevitable grief
that will arrive in what–
a day, days, weeks?
Out on the coast
we used to climb
the sea stacks
and grassy
headland paths
to watch the surf
chew up the shore
and anything else
that remained below
not safely nested up
in barnacles
and pines
and is it wrong
now
to cooly observe
a breaking
from some distance–
metaphorically
as I couldn’t
get time off
and don’t want to
leave
not really
only to detach–
to try at free-living
so tired now
of failing valves
Furosemide
of watching
and waiting and
waiting–
OPTIONAL POETRY 
This is lovely but I’m not sure I understand, I sense an illness and sadness? help me to understand,please, this piece is too good to not fully understand, thank you. Michelle
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Michelle, I think you got it just fine… illness, sadness, waiting for the inevitable
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Thank you
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“to watch the surf chew up the shore” Really great phrase!
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thank you!
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