To Our Lost Bearings

A morning blue and gray

Sea sky and land have

Merged into one and

The dock on the bay is

Completely submerged

By the incoming tide

Earth heaves a muffled sigh

Underneath the waters

Benignly rippling

Across the salt marsh

Advancing the sea wrack

To mark the shoreline

A few inches higher still

We’ve lost our bearings

Our footing may follow soon enough