Treasure of the tide pool

  The incoming unseen,

The rush of violence,

a disaster to each perceptually,

Unconscious each generally,

The cool calm temper tame.

homes settle.

The out going unseen,

The thief in the night,

takes by force motionless delight,

Without perceived predictability,

some are lost others alone.

The turmoil of the sand,

however,

is escapable by man.

Watch the tide pool perfection,

 The treasure is offered for a time,

withdrawn forever,

and forever re given.