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St Simons Island, Georgia USA East Beach, 12/4/2011 "Your focus determines your reality." —Qui-Gon Jinn Witnessing an amazing low-tide phenomenon, as if a walkway to a parallel world has suddenly appeared, extending one-half mile from East Beach out to sea People are slowly gathering, walking, stopping, stooping, staring in silence, speaking softly— I'm as eager as Simon Peter to join them, yet somewhat afraid of walking where there has been only seawater minutes before— Chattering dolphins beckoning in the distance instill confidence So I join them, stepping from the beach onto the other-worldly terrain, first 42 steps confirming we are not alone! Surrounded by a menagerie of sand ***** clams, beach flea amphipods, sea roach isopods, ghost, hermit, and fiddler ***** even cannonball jellyfish— shades of the Mos Eisley Cantina on Tatooine in miniature But beware of semidiurnal tidal cycles— Twice a day at high tide the sea, like an unstable vortex of a Chappa'ai, consumes the phenomenon, even the beach itself to the edge of the dune "The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience." —Frank Herbert "So long and thanks for all the fish!" —Farewell message from exiting dolphins, translated by Douglas Adams Mark Toney ©️ 2023
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May 21, 2023
May 21, 2023 at 11:31 PM UTC
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St Simons Island, Georgia USA East Beach, 12/4/2011 "Your focus determines your reality." —Qui-Gon Jinn Witnessing an amazing low-tide phenomenon, as if a walkway to a parallel world has suddenly appeared, extending one-half mile from East Beach out to sea People are slowly gathering, walking, stopping, stooping, staring in silence, speaking softly— I'm as eager as Simon Peter to join them, yet somewhat afraid of walking where there has been only seawater minutes before— Chattering dolphins beckoning in the distance instill confidence So I join them, stepping from the beach onto the other-worldly terrain, first 42 steps confirming we are not alone! Surrounded by a menagerie of sand ***** clams, beach flea amphipods, sea roach isopods, ghost, hermit, and fiddler ***** even cannonball jellyfish— shades of the Mos Eisley Cantina on Tatooine in miniature But beware of semidiurnal tidal cycles— Twice a day at high tide the sea, like an unstable vortex of a Chappa'ai, consumes the phenomenon, even the beach itself to the edge of the dune "The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience." —Frank Herbert "So long and thanks for all the fish!" —Farewell message from exiting dolphins, translated by Douglas Adams Mark Toney ©️ 2023
5/21/2023 - Poetry Form: Free Verse - ‘The Georgia coast is geographically the westernmost point of any Atlantic coast region, and part of the area known as the South Atlantic Bight, the coastline that curves from Cape Hatteras, NC to Cape Canaveral, FL. St. Simons and Jekyll Islands are at the inward-most point of the South Atlantic Bight and thus experience the most severe tidal ranges of 6 to 9 feet. The Atlantic Ocean's tidal range, miles offshore, is just 2 to 3 feet.' —National Park Service | Fort Pulaski (nps.gov/fopu/learn/nature/hydrology.htm)
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May 21, 2023
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