You blame me for the tides
even though I have whispered you
that small thing no one else knows:
they’ve got a mind of their own. Be
-ware, they’ll swallow you whole
(or half, waxing or waning or anywhere
like a gobstopper sky, even as you’re
begging them to stop
drop and roll you loose
back to sand. Hand to hand
combat with waves
………(with flow, with time)
is sort of ill-advised, but then who am I
to question the intelligencia
of stars? Smudge
your fingers along the edges of this portrait
pining sky, taste its salt. C(h)ase its center
for the places you might hide.
We had a deal, you and I –
I borrow light from brother sun;
you watch me disappear, a ghost
who lets you howl at her,
illuminates your tears.
Day 12 of the Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge. This is the one with all the prompts.