Just Us Two Against the Tide
by Tom King
Just us two, holding hands against the darkling sea..
Fingers interlocked to keep the tides at bay.
Just the act of breathing seems a current pressing hard against our shins,
Threatening to knock us down and wash us clean away.
If Someone built the sea and time and tide - brick by tiny atom brick
Then standing in the rush of it, we'll cling tight together so we do not fall.
And if we are snatched away with the passage of the sea and time
I will not let go your hand. He may have us both or not at all.