A Tale of Two Tides

In mid-afternoon a very very very low tide

the water is way out

the children's water slide

is a water slide no more

but a slide on dry land.

Stirling Stork is down in the low-lying water

Stirling Stork who only makes his appearance

when it's low-tide.

And rocks which can't be seen at high tide are there

jutting out on the beach.

And there on the rocks sits Sidney Seagull

like a glass of fine malt whisky.

Evening and the tide is high

Blondie should be singing her song now.

High tide

the children's water slide

is a water slide again.

Stirling Stork is nowhere to be seen

Stirling Stork who only makes his appearance

when it's low-tide.

And the rocks are nowhere to be seen

but buried beneath the waves like Atlantis.

And Sidney Seagull is likewise gone

like a glass of fine malt whisky in W. C. Fields' hand.

-A poem written by Christopher

 Saturday night

 July 13th 2013

 based on what he observed at 

 2 different times of day

 mid-afternoon and late evening

 at English Bay, Vancouver, British Columbia

 on this day.