The High Tide Path

Along this high tide line people wonder, like it’s an unspoken path to follow
Small children, grandparents, even birds stop to pick out their treasure
Deposited by the waves in the early dawn, like a lucky dip of gifts mixed together with the waste left behind by those so caught up in their own joy or sadness they couldn’t see what dropping it might mean for tomorrow

Shells to remember this day of summer in October – small mementos marking meaningful memories
Driftwood that looks like it came from the window of a swanky gallery – when did nature become so human?
Seaweed that once grew and sustained life in the deep now the pickings of the birds on land as it harbors bugs and dead crustaceans

This high tide path tells a million untold stories yet all that has accumulated here will move on to other places, forming other paths in people’s lives – to sustain or end, no-one knows
But in this moment, right here, right now, it belongs to these treasure hunters

naomi sarah