A celestial moon calls me
To an opening.
A cauldron
Of sea-sand and foam.
Another river
Under mild duress, but willing.
From your legs of cypress
A water baby,
Born with kitchen wisdom.

Will the water that
Carried us here
Claim us back again
As fish?

Relationships ebb and flow.
The tide
Is also a servant to the moon
For want of intimacy
And conversation. 

monlit beach through trees





Copyright Gary Ibsen Trust 6/15/19
Photo: Carmel River Beach in Moonlight by Gary Ibsen

Gary Ibsen
June 15, 2019