In The Rocks


It was a small gap

in the rocks

dry and bare

for a time

in waiting,

waiting

for the tide 

to turn

and the sea

to wash through

to leave it

not quite dry;


a trickle

of  salt water 

left behind,

salt tears

running down a face,

pooling below

full of life

full of creatures

brought back to life.

Tears can sometimes do that

temporarily.





https://haikushackprompts.substack.com/p/the-haiku-shack-magazine-issue-1-979?fbclid=IwY2xjawJjf6RleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHm0QZdzffKxdoFGD73Cagi36TcMsDW1kSnuTAXjayddqNIPNZdWnLW4mLEP__aem_vcJy99SvXdQ-umcpjz28eQ

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