Sea Change

long waves

flow through me
days of relative content
only to wake into despair
another trough rolls by
pushing me toward shore

a piece of flotsam caught up
in the eternal lunar pull


from “Sonnet,” (work in progress, line 8, syllable 4)

(January 2012)

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