Lunar

by Jami Macarty

                                      Baja California Sur, Mexico

            1.
Limpets dangling from the backdrop

Here’s the shoreline in Baja to walk for hours
            to walk and no longer be seen

The wind strikes a ready sail
            imagine whales

Our talking falls through the pearl seam of the waves

            2.
You spin the moon on your index finger
            donate the total eclipse to my cause

I swear to you I feel the earth move
            the slipdisk of our shadow

I become watery
            my mouth leaks the past across the desert

            3.
I am tired of the moon

I give myself the bed for my neck

I pull up the covers
            save myself the drama

            4.
The moon climbs off the earth