Ocean Hunger

Whoooooosh, whoooooooosh
Says the incoming tide
As it arrives
Curling, rippling, pleating, folding
Goodbye, goodbye
The seagulls cry
As the tide goes out and out and out
Pulled by the love of the silvery moon
Too soon, too soon
It comes and goes
Ebbs and flows
I cool my toes
Sigh and remember
For I ‘m landlocked
And seasick
For the incoming tide
On which I ride
And dreaming
And dreaming
Of screaming gulls
And a silvery moon
Drifting boats
Too soon, too soon
The tide goes out
It ebbs and flows
In dreams I float
Cooling my toes

MA Summer 2015

photo by Gracie Rose