Slack Tide

I have settled

in the city

by the bay

where I can see water

out my windows

in the distance

Close enough

to keep 

a tenuous

unmoving

balance

between

beauty

and

cost

yet the tidal surge

pulls me

close

and

I 

crave

the symphony

of

crashing waves

over

the crackling wires

the scent

of

sand and salt 

of

briney breeze

over

the redolence

of

refuse and vagrance

over

ambition

and

exhaust

NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 26