I received some really great feedback from people on this poem. I have decided to make a small change. This process is amazing, really. I wrote this poem so long ago...and yet, here it is new again. Anyway, here it is in its revised form. I like the change because there is a real reason behind it and it made a lot of sense to me. The poem feels complete to me now.
Tidal
In every pool of water
there is the suggestion of more time.
Like an ellipsis
sinking in between
space.
Dot and line.
I wait for the desire
to surge up and take me
like a catastrophic wave.
A breath held too long, released.
I need the gentle sway of surf.
A steady rise and fall
leaving behind rippled beauty.
A tidal push and pull within me.
The moon’s true talent is consistency.
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