Tides

On words that arrive and leave without a warning

Sometimes words arrive like tides, unannounced, unexpected — like all those times the waves catch you by surprise when you forgot to check the tide chart before heading out to sea.

And other times, the tide is quiet. Low. Minimal. Just a whisper of words lapping at your mind like the grey of the sea, yet tasting like salt on your lips anyway.

These words arrived just like that, with the view of the Galway Bay unfolding before my eyes, and vanished just as quickly, refusing to stay longer.

I wanted them to be a haiku, then a lune, but they resisted to be shaped into a form. So I left them formless, vaguely resembling a gogyohka.

I asked myself if I should build on it, if something more could come out of it, but my heart whispered no.

So, here they are. Pure. Elemental. Honest.
Five lines. Twelve words. And a chest full of salt.

Tides

Tides come in fast
Salt-laced lips
Moon pulls
Breath ebbs
Slow

— 09 Feb 2026

Sending love and light,
Lana

Of Salt & Silence

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Text + Soul © Lana E. Taylor
Steal my breath, not my words.

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