This is the first poem of mine ever published by a journal. It was published by Offerings in its 4th Quarter 2000 issue. I have no idea whether the journal still exists, but I am thankful that it encouraged me to keep writing, as I encourage you to do the same.

High Tide

He is too far away from the sea
to notice the sun dance on water.
He will never hear waves
pound against sand.

Too far away to play with children;
to believe sand castles
will never fall, then rebuild
when they do.

Instead he is fifty stories above
ground, grinding towards
a muddled dream as the first
floor fills with water.