Moontide

I see you up there,

hiding behind your veils

of clouds, watching the stars

wink at Venus, comets

streaking through that strange,

cold air you live in.

I feel you pulling my blood,

just like you

control the tide, sometimes

taking me so far away

from the mainland that

terra firma is a distant memory,

and I’m lost at sea.

You get full of yourself,

(I do, too) glowing like a

silver sun, outshining the stars,

feeling our power rising with the tide,

coming in hot and crashing

just like all the other times.

Time to wane,

gently ease out of sight

to recover from the crash

and all of that exquisite energy

that’s gone,

won’t be back to full speed

for a couple of weeks.

Time for a skybath.