The Inconsequential Tide

A Gift of Island Poetry ft John MacKenzie

Out where the water is deep,
Where even the long legs
Of blue herons are useless,
The moon pulls at us, always.
The moon dances in the ocean,
It sways in the dark water that rises
In your dreams; if you give yourself now
To both, what will happen? I’ll tell you:
Tonight and the next night and the next too
The moon will dance all night long
With the ocean under the stars while
Strands of dark seaweed float on the tide.

John MacKenzie. Shaken by Physics. mumblinjack.wordpress.com

Each month Deirdre Kessler selects a poem by an Island poet for The Buzz.