Holding On

I love the rock pools

when the tides are gentle 

and the sea creatures survive

their comings and goings

sucking at the rocks

holding on tightly

or hiding

in the sand

in the gravel

under the stones

always holding on.

But now the tides are angry

and few can hold on

tightly enough

to survive the ebb and flow.

The crabs

and molluscs

the shiny stars

all lose their grip

and are washed up 

then washed away

disappearing like a dream,

a dream 

which becomes a nightmare

crashing them into reality 

on the turn of the tide.



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