i thought i knew about
the waves,
i thought i knew about
the melancholy
of how the moon cycle
did curse the seas to
fold in and fold out
on command until
everything did pour out
onto the beaches;
exhausted.
a slave to cycles, they said!
well, the sea and a woman
they were always equal,
in that respect.
i thought i knew
about the internal
sense, how we do
anticipate tides of
distress to greet us
every so often by moonlight.
i expect it now; to
come home and weep,
but only by harvest moon,
and only by God’s hand.
so, here it comes,
the big one.
hormonal, chemical, awful
sickness; i wait for it.
no surfer skill could keep
me from falling prey to it.
nervous, so nervous
about the sea, pounding.
tricked into thinking,
that foresight was valuable.
that if i knew of its arrival,
i could yield, taste grass
instead of sands, coral
craggy beaches
where i am stranded
until spring rolls in.
so,
here it comes,
the big one.
written on: november 8th, 2016