new moon next week thursday here- the tide still going out

tidal

with the waning of
the moon and the tide
still going out,
i'm coming in

until, at the point
of turning and
with the new moon
i will reach out

with a swell, my blood
rising and rushing,
gravel and stones
moving underneath

through the softness
of seaweed, under
the weight of waters
flooding the land

i know, i know, i wish
to stay at this moment
when all is waiting
aware of power

in the time of
collecting strength,
resilient waiting
for the one wave

to build up, to change
all direction,
to come, to go,
to take me: i am.