The half-moon is waxing
into her full glory
shining through parted clouds
as the tide laps into the shore
just down the beach from
the boardwalk in Atlantic City
She is grinning at us, I think
watching as we listen
for the Ocean to speak
to us. We need to know
what the Ancestors buried
in these waters will bring
on the waves of the currents
It's cold and windy and the night
is promising. We wait. We listen.
We finger the water with hope.
We stare back at the moon,
so full of promise.
© Valerie Bridgeman
November 12, 2013
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