Image of shallow tidepool with green anemones, purple urchins, brown turban snails, and other in sundry tide organisms. A poem is overlaid and reads: The Tides Washed Apart As the salty tide mixes with the rocky pool, you came over me, intoxicatingly. A season together, we mingled waters. Our starfish dreams and anemone affection thrived. But all too soon you ebbed back to Japan, pulling your waters away with promises of return flows but emptying my California rocky shore basin all the same. Without you, I watched my patience flow away as well. My emptiness cracking open side crevasses for neighboring pools of water to mingle. When next your force found me, my urchin attachment was diverted locally. Still, we shared lingering feelings and so remixed our waters into a tepid pool. When again you ebbed, I moved to follow. This time, I the tide, I crashed over hoping to sweep into your heart. But I found your hollow already filled And different sea hopes wallowed within Then I knew your old pain and felt my shame Distance and time too rocky, we washed apart.
Sometimes even the best laid plans are washed away. #poem #ecology #marinebiology #tidepools #relationships