EBB TIDE

In the ongoing struggle to get all my (halfway decent) poetry published before I, well, you know, expire, here is a poem called Ebb Tide.

Last night you laid the cards
As gingerly we watched
In flickering light of candles.
You hung back, uncertain,
Slow to tell us what the cards knew,
Slow to let the wizard shine
In the lamp's fair flame.
.
Today we walked a slender strand,
Beach bordered by woods,
The salt air sweetening
Exuberant smell of roses.
Poking through the garnet sand,
We were at ebb tide,
One foot at sea
And one on land.