Janice Fixter
Spring Tide
The sea leeched again last night,
rose too high -
I woke to find the strand line
draping kelp and driftwood
across our bedroom floor.
Warm and furred
beneath the weight of blankets
I reach out for salt gnawed timber
and the hands of seaweed fronds.
You left for work before high tide,
left your slippers to fill
with scuttled periwinkles -
yesterday’s shirt, emptied on the floor,
trails scum along the sleeves.
I will loiter here all day
combing the debris,
my pockets rattling with echoes of the sea.
By the time you return
the surf will have been swept away,
there will be no trace of it -
only these marks on the page
and the sound of the moon
lapping in my voice.
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