“A certain stage of its changing’
“The afternoon almost gone. The tide
at a certain stage of its changing.
The shore giving way to the tide,
the day giving way to week’s end.
Between us and the sea: an inlet
too small to wade, a clump of marshgrass….”
— From “Where Tide,’’ by Philip Booth (1925-2007), a Maine and New Hampshire-based poet and teacher