from Austin International Poetry Festival Anthology di-vêrsé-city - 2006
edited by Ken Fontenot

High Tide

When I catch glimpse of
you peering my way
over the rim of your glasses,
and your hair sways with the breeze,

It's like waves crashing
against the shore,
beating the cliffs into submission
slowly and sweetly over time.

I am struck by
the power of the ocean
in those eyes and
wish so badly that
I could swim that sea.

But I am content to
stand still and be
occasionally blessed,
rocked by your thunder.