tidal

these things are tidal
from the crest
to the concave water roll
the foam and spray
the birds call as they follow
up and down

these things are tidal
the eddys and pools left
behind the moving sea
come in
go out
come in again

these things are tidal
the magic in these pockets
urchins
tiny starfish
hermit crabs
and jelly fish
holed out in their tiny puddle pond
and i bend down
to gaze awhile
and take in what i see

these things are tidal
my heart is pulled
from ribcage to spine
guided by the moon
and the wayward stars
the gravity draws me down
to you
and you come up for air
and nothing is between us
but time
and love

these things are tidal
i wish they would stay
a little longer
how good it would feel
to know where i stood
by more
than the present
astronomy

the shape of the moon
is not enough
to count on
these things are tidal