Still Life with Sea Pinks and High Tide

Maura Dooley

Thrift grows tenacious at the tide’s reach.

What is that reach when the water

is rising, rising?

Our melting, shifting, liquid world won’t wait

for manifesto or mandate, each

warning a reckoning.

Ice in our gin or vodka chirrups and squeaks

dissolving in the hot, still air

of talking, talking.