The disabling tide has receded at last
days of gruel with water at merciful end
left in its wake beautiful decays of barnacles
foaming rainbows shivering in a dropping wind
and a prideful self-sufficient man happy again
to be roughing it alone past where the road ends
with a replenished supply of almond milk
a fresh bouquet of organic kale
and a systemic ache he blames on a virus
that no amount of ginger tea or ibuprofen will alleve.
The drifting parting departing clouds
where have they gone?
