Phases
the moon moves through its phases
nonchalant and slow
each one pulls upon me
like the tide washing on my shore
when I think the cleanse has come
from the salty brine
the crescent comes and shines its face
with the memories that remind
laying on the sandy beach
starring at the stars
wondering how I landed here
my heart stuck on a sandbar
the bottle that I corked and threw
into this vast green sea
drifts out for a little while
then always returns to me
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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