Here is one of my poems, written over a decade ago.

The Marsh

A chance encounter reverberates throughout a life –
not just one, but two, three, four and more,
resounding through salt marsh and grass,
out to sea where the wind catches waves
and rolls with them ‘round the world, back to you,
where you stand, face to face with yourself, to see or not see,
as the cycle continues.

Between the in-tide and the out-tide
time coalesces into an instant.
Here we fall before our lives,
stumbling circles in the mud, knee-deep fishermen
without rubber thigh-highs to help keep us dry.