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EBB TIDE

The tide will claim this shallow curve of sand

here where the thin waves curl and creep and die.

See – in this river no deeper than my hand

the young crab, pale and calico, slips by

into a safer, less tempestuous sea.

The eel, as silver and as quick as steel,

answers the sun; one moment he is free,

then the bird drops: a brief white circling wheel

cleaving the air, to splash, complete the arc;

the waters flicker, close, and leave no mark.

Take now this era, while the lengthening bars

stretch in the tawny shoals along the shore;

soon the sure rhythm of the moon and stars

will send the pliant waters in once more.