Moon Spit | A Poem
First appearing in Lime Hawk Literary Arts Collective this website’s namesake traverses the paradoxical despair and praise of revolving tides, unending changes, changes that are not different. Coping with death is to understand one day I will die too. How much to fight, how much to become one?
Moon Spit
I walk the ocean
its total expanse
over every wave and riptide
oil platform and sunken ship
choked gull and diving whale
filled with silver dagger moonlight
I worship the moon________________________
endowed revolve
cyclical spin pulling oceans toward me
weaving my reflection through sand
tacit voice in the shell
the moon, my body________________________
one day will decompose
feed ground deeper than the ocean
once Jesus waved his hands over sick bodies
power from his diamond heart admitted
souls to reform, return this time healthy
not quite yet— the soul not entirely gone
twice Jesus waved his hands over dead bodies
and the bodies became alive
not only alive, but same again
I can believe____________________________
here he ripped souls from heaven
nutrients from ground
I kneel with my hands over her body
first, I move my hands slowly
glide above any heat she could offer
to root warmth back into her through palms
I move my hands faster waving my
hands like a fool
cutting the air into a million pieces
keeping at this for
complete moon cycles
rings on trees and satellite tails
waving like a lunatic
like plucking a zither in crescendo
until plastic rots
sweating, dripping
I fall into the ocean
drown as salt barnacles to my lungs
Lime Hawk Literary Arts Collective established in 2013, is a group of storytellers, artists, and activists committed to promoting social change through the written and performing arts. We are passionate about art that creates awareness and inspires an evolution of thought toward a more humane and sustainable future.
