The Moon Is An Errant Thief

stealing her white light from the Sun,

lighting its cool, pale fire to hearts

on Earth and attracting emotions like waves

breaking at our feet and distant shores.

This bewitched light that shows your nakedness.




[Allusions here to Shakespeare’s Timon of Athens:  
“The sun ’s a thief, and with his great attraction / Robs the vast sea; the moon ’s an arrant thief / And her pale fire she snatches from the sun…”]


Turning My Back

to the land for the vast sea.

These days, people interest me not much.

The waves, always different, always the same.

The crashing drowns laughing voices behind me.

Feeling the tidal pull of deep water.