Ground Into Moonlight (--amStrand: August Awaits)

Break away from louder company before
hot wind dies down into stale air, to fall
back in my hammock on th hollow'd shore

At full sluggish tide a sea of oil gleams flat
under the blue half-moon, tangled fast
in branches hung with sickly shadow 

Aimless motion by any other name
would not rock you to sleep nor shake
me awake but nudge us lovingly o'er
the crumbling cliff's edge

I play catch-up at best & at worst
I second-guess my truest instincts false
to prop the mute fractured fort up
'round about the wary waiting child.

(Sept.'01- July '09)