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 slip–disk 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 —