a watchful eye on the tides

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.