Split Open
Standing at the edge of ocean and sand
The heft of this world fades into the
Peace of feeling small.
I am split open by the single-mindedness of the sea.
Waves approach and retreat,
Filling and emptying as
The moon commands.
How do I put my life in its wake
To accept gravity,
To breathe in and breathe out,
To take comfort in the moon?
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Ah, the moon.
I feel like I’m there with you on the edge of oblivion which is the ocean, comforted by the moon.
Thanks, Carole. It’s my favorite spot.
The moon rules the tide. That crazy moon!
She’s a crazy one, for sure.