The Tide

Along the shore the tide always rises,and then it falls.I sit on the beach and watchwith my hands tied and feet cemented.The waters engulf.Sometimes I flail around,trying to free myself from that which holds me down.Mostly, though, I just sit there in the water,letting it rise above my head.Stillness.Pretty soon the liquid crescendos.I open my mouth and the let the water flood in.Some would call