High Tide – By Charmaine Candappa
Of the high tide
Broken sand dollar shells, seaweed of green.
Moon snails homes left long ago.
Heron’s tracks in the sand.
Molten crab shells and an old clamshell.
Sparkling bits of glass, teal green, amber, frosted brown, and elusive blue
Shimmering in the wet glow.
A wet feather floats by on the high tide
While clouds sail in the sky.
