I Know How the Tide Feels

I know how the tide feels

When the moon pulls her close

To a land unyielding.

A rocky surface with crevices

Even ocean cannot fill.

I know how the finch feels

Flying against the wind.

Suspended, disarmed

By the very thing that helps him soar-

An impossible, invisible force.

I know how the daylily feels

When the hummingbird sips her nectar.

So quickly he moves on, gives it away

As if it weren’t life-giving-

As if she had not created it through her own body.

I know how the cicada feels

When it waits for dusk to fall,

Eyeing its conductor, anticipating its downbeat.

At the mercy of cosmic movement-

Measuring sound by light