High Tide

High Tide . . . On the one hand high tide can mean surfs up on a beautiful beach. You might be there with friends or family--waves big enough to ride sun high in an azure sky. On the other there is Dylans sinister warning: Its bad out there. High waters everywhere. Those waves that seemed friendly before can be dark ominous--dangerous. And a memory of a family walk on the beach of childhood days spent on the Outer Cape in August can seem a bit scarier as the tide of time steadily crawls up the sandy banks. . . . Along with narrative poems of the poets past this diverse collection contains poems of place about the Outer Cape Wellfleet Montana and Somerville. Others address the changes to our environment among them the rising seas. Political poems recognize the chaos of our times and try to divine order from this chaos. For what is poetry but a means to see the world through song and metaphor a way to take a closer look at our lives and the world around us?