At Tidal River

I drive in deep disguise 

Gazing into the tunnel the trees have made

Shading me from the torrid sun

I hear the waves slam against the citrine sand

At

Tidal River

I wander along with Wilson’s Prom feet

Miniature grains of sand

Seeping 

Through my toes

At

Tidal River

I walk along a well-worn track 

Exploring the hidden secrets of Mount Oberon

Big, bold and beautiful

Seeing the sun surge

Seeing the moon recede

At 

Tidal River