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The Day the Tide Stopped Amelia Gorman it didn’t. It kept going, a new kind of stopping. Is there a verb for when a pendulum Doesn’t swing back? One that means both to stop a process & to continue on forever? The closure that is a beginning, the ending that is an opening. The day the tide stopped the waves painted new horizons on the dawn and new ones again after that and dry cracks opened on a circle’s side. Life started itching, red under its skin, with words that suggest something that fights their own selves, pinion feathers pinioned. The end of the tide is a study of life in grief. It is the loss of a hundred homes in one rock. They never existed, not temporal and not spatial. Working the muscles of denial, the ocean ever-cleaving. |