Big, Big Water
Big, Big Water
Oh, there you are!
Not resisting,
The lure of the ocean tide.
Its bulging water is calling you in,
Your pant legs need more rolling.
There is no chance you are leaving this place dry.
Have you ever seen foam like that?
Like today?
Balls of foam rolling up sand dunes,
They are trying to warn you,
That your body will be tousled if you loiter here too long.
At the water’s edge,
King tides have risen
The moon stands sturdy in front of us, the sun at its
backside.
Moon’s alignment, and our perigee with the sun,
Have made tidal and lunar bulges overlap.
They batter these dunes into wet mounds,
Surging forward, and backward.
It’s curious how moon can overpower the sun, its proximity
matters more than mass when it comes to this water bulging phenomenon.
The equation for tidal pull goes mass over distance cubed,
whereas gravitational pull is only distance squared.
You don’t want to mess with that. The moon conspiring with
the sun. They want to make a big splash on Earth and you are there teasing them
both!
Silly boy, you laugh now, but wait, one is coming that will
bring you in to your waist!
You say, “I can swim, I have done it before in my bathtub”.
I can imagine you there splashing about, I do not doubt your
strokes are impressive.
But, this is no tub, and those waves want to swallow you whole.
Come back now before you’re in too deep.
Sure, it’s fun, to get pommeled, I know.
The wind together with bulging tides make for a fantastic
ride.
But now you are wet,
Toes, knees and waist.
I can tell you do not even notice,
But I do.
Soon enough your teeth will chatter,
You’ll have to walk the two miles back,
Past lagoons, cows, and hillsides,
To reach the warmth in our wagon.
And two hours later, at least, chattering there in the back.
Little one,
Its time for you to say goodbye,
To your new-found friend
The big, big water
will be here for you again,
another day.
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