Anne: Lunacy

Have you ever watched the moon rise on the ocean 

on a bright summer night 

when all the stars are out 

and by their light alone, you see your shadow? 

When the whole world pretends to sleep,

and the air is thick with waves,

and rhythm, 

and the smell of salt and seaweed?

When the sand is cold beneath your feet,

and the breeze brings a shiver, 

and you startle when you accidentally walk past the water line

into a different substance 

you can’t see 

but which warns you 

you wandered into a no-man's-land between the worlds?

If you did, what did the moon whisper to you, my kindred lunatic?

It’d be awkward if it spoke to me alone.