Low tide

The tide

is out.

As I walk

out into

the water

the waves

are overlapping.

Lightly

and gently.

I am

able

to see

the gifts

the ocean

has left

on it banks.

The Low

tide

shows 

everything.

My feet

are being

overlapped

with wet

sand,

gentle

waves

and a sweet

ocean breeze.

Its calm

and I love it.

My soul

has always

responded

to calmness.

As I walk

I feel

so healed.

All the 

stress

all the 

disappointment

is gone.

How do 

I take

this back 

with me?

I feel

my 

tummy 

tighten.

I have some

serious

choices 

to make.

This is my 

last day 

at the beach.

So its time

to ask.

Just for

direction.

The wind only 

knows

direction,

and I 

am like

the wind.

I need 

direction.

The low 

tide 

draws

me in

so I will

walk closer 

into the waves.

As I walk

into the 

waves

I hear 

a voice.

It could

be mine.

It could 

be just 

the waves.

I hear

a whisper

that goes

into my ears

and makes

me cry.

It simply

says,

Row 

Do not 

Drift.

I know who

this is.

Its not

the waves.

Its not

me.

This whisper

belongs

to the 

Low tide

and a Man 

named 

Cletus.

I say goodbye

to the ocean

and as I walk 

away the wind

dries 

my tears.

Ok,

I whisper

to myself,

No more

drifting

Grandpa.

I will

start to

row.