tides

We can see it clearly…with
bright ideas and a slowly
moving understanding of
where we are, we
raise, we half raise a hand
but it is useless, no one
calls on us, no one
seems to care
and we look around us
seeing the moment, feeling
the moment roll
against our legs like an ebbing
tide…
dropping boats into sandy mud
bottomed harbors
the wind quiets and falls
to nothing…we watch for a sign
a frequency
a meaning in it all
there is none
there seems to never be
enough of
what
we really, really need:
each other.

We need to need and
need to know…but
even seeing clearly;
the tide goes
out.

Again.

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