salty tide

by Elouise

salty tide
laps against dock
marsh hen clacks

It’s nineteen-fifty-something

dock as it is today; new boat rack

I’m sitting on the dock
Watching the tide ebb and flow
Listening to Savannah River silence
Gulls call in the distance
Floating docks creak
Water drifts across shiny gooey mud
Plump marsh chicks balance
on tips of swaying marsh grass
Peaceful, alone,
I’m aware of something bigger than I
Teeming with life seen and unseen