Monday, May 11, 2015

Autumn Moon

I don't know the tides before me
Like I know the ones before
When my mind launched its thoughts
From a semi-circled shore
Where I floated in the whitecaps
Unafraid when I survived
Now, I only seem to worry
About the next rising tide
The one that comes to claim me
Like all the rest have done
As I swim into the salty foam
And float beneath the sun