This is a rallying cry:
A call to arms, for sufferers and seekers of salvation.
For those licked by the twin flames of sadness and sea-worship.
For pain and remedy.
Listen: and heal.
Come all ye wave-watchers, sunset-seekers,
Tide chasers, yes you who even though it be a Monday
and after long meetings, yearn for the swell- and drive.
Come: all you blanket- wrapped, dune-swaddled poetry readers,
Gull-gazers and sprinters beneath a particularly blue sky.
Take heart, you soul-searching, lunar-listening
Pebble glistening devotees.
Yours is the high-tide,
Between toes, in your hair clinging.
A memento, of a trip taken.
With another adventurer
© Tom Tide 2016