One Poem by J L Smith

Low Tide

Salt filled air,
heavy with humidity,
holding it all together,
like a water heater blanket.

My composure firm,
as long as the seagulls’ cries
don’t remind me of tears,
dead starfish,
how one decision could have such a fatal cost,
how a lifeless jellyfish could foretell
a future of one who stayed too long
in the wrong place.

I stand in silence
waiting for you
and the high tide
to sweep it all away.


JL Smith lives in Odenton, MD. She has published over 80 individual works of poetry, nonfiction and fiction in various literary magazines and journals. Her latest publication is a cookbook, Cooking with the Smiths. Read more about her at or follow her on Twitter @jennifersmithak.

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