THE TIDAL MAN
There was life, it seemed, in the estuary; the flats blistered bubbles that rose and burst like gasps, brackish pools guarded poking razor clams and whispering whelks, gulls paddled respectfully around a lumpy porpoise. I shielded my eyes, tapped a stone in time with their cries and saw the lumpy porpoise nudged by the rising tide like the wrung and
