Satellite

a free verse poem

Photo by Greg Becker on Unsplash

I am not a calm thing
and far from vibrant. Known
to swallow boats whole.
Vast enough to keep the deep
of my core unknown.

Last May, you replaced
me with an opposing current.
Streams crashed. Whirlpools
formed. I said don’t
bring your force near me
anymore. Yet, the truth is

when you sneak
out in the morning, I miss
your gravity keeping
my tides low.
It’s as if I don’t know
how to navigate myself
without you.

Sprawled body on sand. Your
light comes in at midnight
and we make waves.