the cycle of giving and grieving what once was - another poem

The cycle of giving and grieving what once was

your body is the vessel for all that changes

i wait for people like the ocean waits for the moon

giving her the signal to change tide

to move on, lapping at the rocks that frame the shore and the feet of passersby

in a desperate, longing manner

you change and grow 

you prosper like a crooked plant 

unwilling to give in

rebellion and vengeance fuel your motivation to thrive

yet there is barely motivation to live.

compared to you

i am stagnant 

the seasons change 

the tide rolls up and down the shore 

life is so continuous here.

further along the coast, in the damp shaded forest is a statue

metal and stone, cold and dead

yet soft and fuzzy with moss.

but even moss dries up and falls away eventually

the ocean may wait for the moon

she may not be able to give to her airborne friend

but the shells she showers the beach with

are her own special gift 

a gift taken for granted, but not by the children who collect them in little plastic buckets like treasures

running excitedly to show their gold

to the people they love

an eternal trust that transcends the physical plane 

a world that doesn't stop spinning because of a feeling

and within it an ocean of change that keeps rocking and flowing

into rivers and canals 

like blood vessels 

the blood that fuels you

the blood that fuels me

the blood that i love infinitely 

enjoy the contradictory-ness of this poem, it is what i do best in this sick head of mine