Losing Track

Long after you have swung backaway from meI think you are still with me:you come in close to the shoreon the tideand nudge me awake the waya boat adrift nudges the pier:am I a pierhalf-in half-out of the water?and in the pleasure of that communionI lose track,the moon I watch goes down, thetide swings you away beforeI know I'malone again long since,mud sucking at gray and blacktimbers of me,a light growth of green dreams drying.