Author’s Note

A moment of hesitation at the edge of connection—where silence lasts longer than words, and the question matters more than the answer.

Low Tide
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I see you
standing amongst
the waves.

I watch
as you step
and sway.

Slowly,
I approach.

My mouth moves.
No words come—
until I’m within
arms reach.

That’s when
my mind allowed
me to speak.

“What are you wading for?”

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