tide

Do you know what a tide is? When the sea can go that far or come that close? It can kill you too.
Have you ever walked on the bottom of the sea? Or seen a tidal wave suddenly appearing out of nowhere?
It all comes down to the moon, they say. But what does a piece of rock, so far away and completely dry, has to do with the moods of the sea?
I like those southern seas best. So warm and so colorful. And the pearls. I like the thought of tears of some long forgotten goddess laying there at the bottom of the sea, in a little shelf, waiting to be discovered.
Every day I go to the sea and look for the ships. But they never come, them proud things, with sails so white and masts so high, if you climb one - you might see what's there, at the end of horizon. I know what I'm talking about. I've sailed many of them in my younger days.  All of them had their temper and were beautiful, like most women, in their own way. They are trying to seduce the element, and what's left for us - to bargain with death.
Oh, where are you now, my sweet Caitriona? Where are your lovely bones? What bizarre sea creatures are playing around your tall masts, or are you all alone here, at the end of the world, in the depths of the most southern sea? I'm the only one surviving witness left of your misfortune. There is nothing there to look forward, but death. And while I wait, I look at the Southern Cross and wander, if you know what a tide is?