DECEMBER 2006 / JANUARY 2007 – NO. 11

Ebb Tide

by Frank Womble


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The ice receded
And the tide started its run
Marking the last ten millennia
In Knott's Creek.

Nocturnal and diurnal
It rises and falls
Imperturbable and ageless,
Oblivious to the affairs of men.

The Nansemond plied log canoes
Before the English settlers came.
Farmers tilled the land,
But they are gone too.
Only fence posts remain,
Silent sentinels.

The crazy quilt of marsh grasses
Changes with the seasons
Always faithful
To the promise of spring.

Herons and egrets follow the tide
That will ebb and flow
As long as there is a moon
That pulls the water.



Articles in this Issue

The Fate of the Universe Lies In Your Joystick, by R. Cade
Our Dark Skies, by Arthur Upgren
How Sound Travels, by Frank Smith
Ebb Tide, by Frank Womble
Fourteen men, a plaque, and a mission, on Apollo 15, by David Scott
Preempted, by Jim Lovell & Jeffrey Kluger
Our Hero Has a Small Problem, by Peter Twickler
Space Politics, by Jeff Foust
The Turbulent Lens, by Alan W. Hirshfeld
The View From Above, by Karen Rudnicki