the tide has exhaled
and left its quiet skin behind
a mirror stretched thin
across the earth
holding the last breath of daylight
clouds gather
like unspoken thoughts
heavy
drifting
unresolved
while the horizon
burns low and steady
a seam of fire
stitched into the dark
foam clings softly to the shore
small constellations at my feet
as if the ocean tried to speak
and forgot the words
halfway through
everything slows here
light
water
even the sky’s breath
until the world
becomes a reflection of something
just about to disappear
The Creative Chic 
This is a beautiful piece—delicate, patient, and deeply atmospheric. I love the way you weave together the physical and the emotional, especially in lines like “foam clings softly to the shore / small constellations at my feet / as if the ocean tried to speak / and forgot the words / halfway through.” That sense of near-expression, of a meaning just out of reach, is haunting and perfectly captured.
The pacing is exquisite; the short, staggered lines and the quiet accumulation of images mirror the slowing of light and water you describe. The final couplet—“the world / becomes a reflection of something / just about to disappear”—lands with a gentle, resonant power. It doesn’t force an answer but instead leaves the reader suspended in that vanishing moment, much like the tide itself.
Thank you for sharing this. It feels like a place to linger.🤝
What a wonderful comment. I appreciate the love and support on this piece. I hope you have wonderful day 💙
Beautiful, Jennifer. 💙
Thank you, Michael 💙