Northern Cross (Inspired) Poem by Amy Ormonde

The flowing current
slowly wading
the break of water slowly fading
off the shore
to bare the sand
that once was walked on
by many a man

I stand alone
watching this beauty
sufface and then reamerge

I see now how it works
this gentle rapping sound
against the worlds soft earth

No matter what it touches
it's beauty always flows
leaving behind more beauty to show

It does not care
that I am staring
standing here
watching in admeration
as to how something so lovely cannot seem to stare

I begin walking
watching
as this tide flows in
waiting
wanting
to see it again

But I release
to let it be
leaving it
to tend to the sand
as it washes away the footprints
of many a man.