There are so many ways in which people hide

But many of us are out there riding on a tide

Which throws itself up against the cold shore

And then subsides in time to leave it pure



Although ravaged by the essence of the wash

Sometimes residue is left amidst stuff to toss

Which has so much value as it came from surf

Cresting upon waves gently riding all over earth



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

11:10am Mon. Jan. 19, 98