Queen of Tides

Reaching hands from pockets,

arms outstretched,

tendons snapped at attention,

we pull for the moon–

attempting to rein in the

Queen of the Tides.

Crown adorned

and fingers resting on the dust

she doesn’t fear,

a kingdom lays in awe

and we in ignorance

seek to control what we

could never even begin

to name.

Broaden the plains of

your brilliant minds;

seek refuge in lands

you have yet to comprehend.

But do not mistake

discovery with ownership,

do not repeat the massacres

which stained another’s

soil. There is room for none

but one; all you need

is respect

and she will take your hand

in kind.


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