The moon spoke to me
last night.
She called me, unannounced, and told me
to keep a watchful eye
on the tides.
”I send them special - just for you.” she said.
“When the tide is low, you feel
the hidden sands.
Course, jagged, unpolished.
You feel the instability
beneath its surface,
insecurity hidden in the pieces below.
I send them special - just for you.” she said.
“I know you’ve heard me before.
You know the tide returns
you just dont know
when.
You smell the salt,
you feel the chill,
the goosebumps
on your skin
I send them special - just for you.” she said.
And then, unannounced,
she hung up.
I have no way to call her back,
no return line for clarification, but
i know shes there
speaking to me
through the tides.
From now on, I put my faith in the moon.