Tides and petals I pour as much of myself
as I am poured into
the tides shifting, pulling,
never still. People come and go,
seeking or stumbling,
and if, for a moment,
I have given them
what they did or did not seek,
I am glad to have touched them,
to have been known. Yet with each changing tide,
I never know where I stand.
So I stay,
a flower at the water’s edge,
waiting to be seen,
waiting to be smelled,
until the waves take me too. #poetry