Haikus

I

As unstoppable

as the receding tide, hands

are waving goodbye.

II

Critical period

of high and low water–flows

away from the shore.

III

Shallow water’s back

To sea; inevitable

as our destiny.

IV

No matter how sad,

Have the courage to say bye,

For when it is gone. . .

It’s gone!

No trace;

No memory!