Tides

Tides rise and fall, and in their wake
we're left to bridge the gaps they make
in sea wall barriers of stone.
We fight the sea, which on its own
can cause the very shores to shake.

Its salty waters cannot slake
our thirst for knowledge. It would take
a greater man than I to own
tide's rise and fall.

Such power we cannot mistake.
Beneath the foaming waves that break,
land masses, used to lying prone,
will take on shapes as yet unknown,
until wild water gods forsake
tides' rise and fall.

An In Tandem rondeau for Imaginary Garden... and shared with The Poetry Pantry.