Life Tides
Finalist in the Millenial 2000 Poetry contest


by Verónica Dahl




The moon is pulling.
The harvest moon sucks upwards every cell
and leaves them yearning a caress
that's damp, containing.

Its tides of silver sheen
roll out, roll in
the new arrangement of the atoms
in my skin.

The womb chimes in,
its pulse the deepest dance,
washing away past promises of life.

Renewed within,
I wrap myself in softness, and I dream
of wonder, and of light.