Tides

by Sara O’Mahony--

A thousand million bubbles

Wash away my troubles

White foam soft and creamy

Envelopes my ankles

Tired worn out bones

Exhausted tissues

Lack of sleep

A night of turmoil

Thoughts hammering my brain

Thought I'd go insane

Morning kindness

Warm comforting shower

Suns glow beckons

I move on

An International crisis

Oppressive, listen

Turn the tide

Find something to delight

Soulful time

Great sea

Waves roll in

Comforting soothing echo

Body of watery muscled tide

Air of celebration

Festival or party!

Gathers louder, waves longer,

Sand shifts, soft and clay like

Nurturing gentle and kind

It calms now

Child awakens

Afraid and scared

Kelp, bubble wrap

Glas na Mara*

Regulates heartbeat

Softens thoughts

Recharged

* Gaelic for sea lettuce