We think she’s a big deal here,
just because we can’t sleep some nights
walk out restless in her reflected lights
like she is calling to us
pulling our soft tissues towards her
But this is nothing
she’s being gentle
toying with us, really
There are planets where her sisters
sweep so ruthlessly across the gas-swirled sky
that liquid is helpless not to follow
Barrenness is an end
not a beginning
the oceans know who’s in charge.