I see what you’re doing — vanishing to make me feel less alone.
Your thin skin easy in the moon’s quiet pocket, scuff
of pale blue.
I, too, want
to unhook myself from shore.
We are not narrow-hearted, simply responding to gravity’s dark crest.
Wait for the rush,
unseen but quickening, as the high-spired shell surrenders its song
only when brought close.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 19, Issue 3.
Kelly Cressio-Moeller’s poetry can be found at Crab Orchard Review, Southern Humanities Review, THRUSH, Valparaiso Poetry Review, and ZYZZYVA among others. Her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best New Poets, Best of the Net, and on Verse Daily. She is an Associate Editor at Glass Lyre Press. Visit her website at www.kellycressiomoeller.com
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