Gulls screech and scold each other
As our clan compiles, waiting for the worst
Barnacles against a rising tide, and
What do we do when the rock is gone?
Waves send blows on blows that threaten to dislodge
Future fears grip strongly at our throat
Swallow it down, swallow it down
Drink it, every last drop
I’ll choke down the ocean, gulp by gulp
While whitecaps crash and clouds fly high
There’ll be no surrender from me.
Creatures that bide in tide pools have no choice
Adapt or die, cope and change, cling to what?
Look at the sky, wait for the moon
When it comes back, we’ll be free?
The longer the wait, the bigger the clan,
The less air we all have to breathe
How can we live in this hole in a rock
When low tide means waiting for death
But the high is what threatens our life?
Aly Writes 