I come to the sea a stranger
a person of a different religion
learning to eat at one table
these days, one who dwells inland
as far as the tide retreats
the passion of the moon
with its heartbeat and home and
those who have been torn and uprooted
will sense this
no image holds the tide
the moon, then, must do
somehow resembling the moon I knew first in Ohio
and later, in sagebrush desert
all things who move furtively in the night
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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