Tide
And the sea she folded
In on herself
Suffocating,
For she could not find the shore.
No sand that would offer a bed,
Take her in, embrace her wet
And let her roll back gracefully
To her other lover, the moon
Who pulls her in
And watches her retreat
Patiently waiting, yet
Enticing her to return
But in this place
Where humanity cuts nature's flow
And builds false barriers of stone
Between the sea and Earth
She ceases to cascade gracefully
And instead, stumbles clumsily
For such grief
She cannot endure.
And The sand begs the moon:
"Bring her once again to shore,
that I may taste
Her salty sweet once more."
She beats herself against a stone wall
What fallacy of nature
This structure erect, it closes her in
She cannot breathe
She suffocates
Folding in on herself
Drowning.
And all i can do is wheep
Watching. Listening. Pathétique.
And think:
If i could swallow her
If i could save the sea
From such violent indignity
Then I would take also the moon
Swallow her too
Lay me down in the sand
Let them be-
Come one again.
Christina Julianna
Montreal, August 23, 2009
(Revised, Nov.1st, 2009)