tides

The ocean is rising again.
For once,
Nature has landed on me
Rather than me on it.
The moon asks if it can unhitch from the stars and sing
and again, I say yes.
I tell it to come closer even.
To become more full
so that it can become more new.
Because the tides are rising from beneath my skin
And like the moon, my body,
waxes and wanes
from new to full
and back to new
again.