A sorrow dance

Long after you have swung back

away from me

I think you are still with me:

.

you come in close to the shore

on the tide

and nudge me awake the way

.

a boat adrift nudges the pier:

am I a pier

half-in half-out of the water?

.

and in the pleasure of that communion

I lose track,

the moon I watch goes down, the

.

tide swings you away before

I know I'm

alone again long since,

.

mud sucking at gray and black

timbers of me,

a light growth of green dreams drying

.

(Wanted to add the sublime 'Morpheus' by Patricia Barber...if anyone has a link to it please pass it on. Danke).