Waves.
Did you ever notice they hit both shores?
Somehow the water moves in both directions,
Is pulled two different ways.
I know something about that.
And yet still.
Zoom out, and it looks so still,
Like it’s not moving at all,
Like it’s not in turmoil.
I know something about that.
Water.
It’s so good at covering.
It hides darkness like it’s easy
And keeps the lovely things to itself.
I know something about that.
Oceans.
They scare people -
Those who can’t handle mystery novels.
Only five percent of her has been read.
I know something about that.
But the moon,
In all her steadiness,
Bravely asks the waves to come.
And they do.
They are drawn to her.
Who wouldn’t be?
She is constant,
And the waves have never tasted something so strong.
So when she asks them to move,
They ask for direction.
She says, “toward me,”
And they spend the rest of their lives trying.
I know something about that.