Friday, February 22, 2013

Joseph Mochowski: Tides

Here's a poem from Joseph Mochowski, a teacher, a dreamer, and a magic-bean buyer.


You're fluid; a watery nymph raging
through every vacuole you find here;
yet, I'll not complain, as you cause tingling
when I've felt nothing for nearly a year.
I feel the caress of your waves over
my face and chest, finding all those little
places only you know under cover
in stoic expressions stuck smack middle
of my impassive face. You move quickly
and then you're gone. Stay a little longer;
it's refreshing, the relationship we
have started. In time we will grow stronger.
But, you are rapid, swooshing through the days
never stopping—pounding, receding waves.

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