I realize I might have called this "tides" but it occurred to me I might want to call something else by that name. Since this is directly tied to the trip to Lindisfarne which spellcheck tells me is not a word, I figured it needed its own space. The island of Lindisfarne is beautiful, well worth another visit, and then another.
No one really lives
On Lindisfarne.
The tides go in,
The tides go out.
The tour buses arrive,
They leave
With the tides.
Still
No one really lives
On Lindisfarne,
Save perhaps the solitary fisherman
Or two,
The scone lady
And her husband,
The gardener.
The tides go in,
The tides go out.
The tour buses
Honor the schedule.
We hear of one lady
Left behind.
Still
The tides
Wait for no one.
This is the way
With tides.
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