Gruesome Tide Poem by Rob Knetsch

from the dark silhouette of trees
against an even darker sky
to a moonlit beach
as the border of a restless ocean

as an imaginary line connects
it cuts through this dry desert
the heat creates a desertsized
permanent fata morgana of water

the line casts a deep dark shadow
and from a distance it looks just like
a fishing line with dried fish as bait
the tiny figure in the distance is me

from where i sit i can see it all
the dry, the wet, the light, the dark
feeling the emotions spinning around
the moon, the earth, the sun, the edge

i start pulling the strings to influence
the manipulations of the universe
in the smallest detail for the most effect
for some it could be like childsplay

"Gruesome tide" © 2013 Rob Knetsch