The Call

I stand on the edge
Of the earth,
Regarding the roiling blue
Below me;

Each hooked wave sinks
Into my chest, and
Tugs gently, whispering,
“Come home.”

The wind dances in
My open palm,
Fluttering –
An elated heartbeat –

And my toes twitch
In response,
Falling
Into familiar steps.

She calls me as surely
As the moon calls to her,
Blood surging in my veins
As tides across the sea floor

And I swell,
As the moon,
Pregnant
With yearning.

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