You’re closer now (in my waters?) Yet, here I am Lodged between a rock and a hard place just a little pebble ticking away time in wishes watching as the sun rises, sets and years progress Observing ocean tides rise then gently recede… Until one frigid night intense & wild king currents washed me out to sea Lost in sand and sea-grass as waves rock to & fro watching ***** scuttle by or snatched as eagles dive from the sky Now I, like those hapless *****, aimless; Never to rest on your welcome shores; Remain, lodged in these capriciously shifting sands of time while you catch a connecting flight Away
prompted by a photo of a rock, suspended, held precariously between 2 boulders as the sun set over the silent seas behind it. The smaller rock was since dislodged & the boulders shifted by a king tide last winter.