Rising

Tide is rising

and the craggy pools

where craggy animals had hidden

all alone against the scrutiny of sky

begin to have connections —

water seeping in

as if from nowhere,

channels forming,

tenuous potential

for some long-forgotten

kind of joining . . . 

And then suddenly

there is no separation at all —

waves rush over everything

and they are all united

in the common deep.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 5, 2014