progress

My hills and gullies have been worn by months of steady winds and countless traveling toes. 

I can feel all alterations in altitude as they are averaged, normalized, erased by this erosion. 

You have sat with me for months,

adjacent to impatient oceans, froth being flung from wave-tops onto otherwise sere sand. 

But the tides are growing new limbs and crawling further up the slight slant of this shore.

The giant mobile above our heads is beginning to spin again,

and the great crescent is yanking her cosmic leash.

The sea is demanding to roam,

and I am inclined to allow it. I reminisce of deep, torn chasms

turbid with sediment pulled from my flat expanse.

Author's Note

Restless in this relationship.