THOUGHTS WRITTEN WHILE SITTING ON A BEACH

I am waves moving through the sea
breaking predictably upon the shore,
breaking against the days that mark my tides,
that chart my landfalls and my reaches,
but leave only sand.

Just once, I want to race to sea,
to recede and not return,
to break the cycle of the tides,
to ebb and flow when I please.

In these heliocentric days
of rising and setting
and rising again,
I want to flow
to the dark side of the moon.