Bay 9

Receded
Drawn out to the Center of the Storm;
My Waters Receded


Pulled from me
Leaving for me
A sight Resemblant
of the Moon's Surface .... starkly Vast and Empty
Uneven with Voids of Craters, into Which I could fall endlessly.


I, too, feel Drawn
Drawn out to follow and Find My Bay;
To once Again, Swim in her waters.


I will Always Thirst for her 
Warm, salty silk Quench ...


So I venture out
Onto this Faux Moon Surface
Only to find the Marsh of Quicksand
Left by my Bay's leaving...


This muck resists my Efforts to move Out
To find my Love, My Bay.
And sucks my feet deeper and deeper, Earthbound
Growing Roots here where I belong,
Flourishing in my Own Soul.

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