The Day Before
Today is no different
and will pass without a word,
will holler and vanish in a storm cloud
that in a season
will return us calm tides and birds.
The shells spiraling toward center
could as easily be heading away.
Is that not reason enough to rejoice?
What low tide lays bare
might not be expected
but someone once pitched
everything we find here into the sea,
making this act of rediscovery
its own strenuous abandonment.
If we could not remember
the day before
would the waves speak
a less weighty dialect?
Without history would its torchbearers
pine like the rest of us
and for an image of ourselves
Without love’s deeds and its failures
would I be left wondering alone by the sea
why the severity of my hands?
-published in Arlington Literary Journal