I love to watch the moon
as it guides the tides
sometimes there is no ocean to be seen
no salt drifting upon the wind
no constant ebb and flow
and yet I feel the rising chaos
I sense the disturbance at my core
an endless pattern of repetition
a transverse wave of crests and troughs
a familiar cycle of undulation
where the depths are deeper
than the highest wave
and I am drifting into the shallows
again I am as one with the sea
as together we break apart
pieces of me drifting away
like lonely butterflies
as I drown a little more
in each passing day
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 