Sly tide    released
from its sling of deep ocean
returns to shore shod in celadon
and indigo    its snap and torque heard
as a rushing sigh
given to guttering and mumbling
as surf sparkles like white bees and night
rushes to moon’s light
then falls away.
Tide meets sand    devours it
with salty mouth    leaves shore
dark and heavy and damp.    Here,
says tide with wide rolling mouth
as it spills foam like silver coins that curl
shimmer    disappear,
rest here.