Poem

I was going through some old journals I kept during my first few summers up here in the San Juan Islands, back from 2001-2003. I was looking for some notes I had made about whale sightings during that time, but while browsing through the notebooks I came across a poem I wrote in June 2003. I don't remember what it meant to me then, but I think it has some beautiful imagery, and probably means something completely different to me now. I've never been too big on poetry and its cryptic symbolism, but I like this one and thought I'd share it. Let mek now what you think.

Tides

It is easy to find a rhythm in the tides,
To follow the natural pattern of the earth,
But it is easy, also, to get transfixed,
And find yourself lost among the changes.

To ride the rising and falling waves
Is a sure way to be free,
But the tides continue into the night
When it is easier to get lost.

I have found a companion in the starlight
Who made me stop and listen to the waves,
But although he may not always be upon the sands,
I will never look at the moon the same way again.