Harvest Moon

Why is life laundry so tiring and time consuming? And why does it make me feel my age? Which is, technically, aging, but not yet pensionable. Another day to sandwich in poetry practice around car inspections, windscreen replacements, dashes around shops to purchase items not available in the village. This is what happens when you live twenty miles from anywhere. You can spend a lot of time in a car ranging around getting life laundry done.

So, today’s effort.

Harvest Moon

I feel the pull of the tide
in my blood
from the full, shining orb above.
I feel the pull of the tide
in my dreaming mind
as it shifts and rifts through the night.
I feel the pull of the tide
in this body
aged as it is beyond my giving back
my own monthly blood.
I feel the pull of the tide
out beyond
the reach of stopwatch or time’s tables.
I feel the pull of the tide
sweeping me out with its waves
into the tide.

Copyright 2018 Bee Smith

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