Water's Twin

Who will I call to when this super moon
has opened fully to the sky
and I am crazy for the sea?

I imagine again
that I am a lone she-wolf
who wants to howl,
but dares not.
There is so much to lose
when you have nothing to give.

Instead,
I curl into myself
in the warmth of some stranger’s cave
and wait for the silence of the night
to protect the savage longing
I have been given
for something Holy.

What should I expect?
The truth is,
I am the twin of the waters,
born in the late winter
of another woman’s life.
I must soak in the heat
of that enormous love
before I can give myself
to anyone.

Hold me
on the edge
of the wide horizon
so that we might welcome the sun
at the quiet of the civil twilight

between the shore
and the raging ocean
of every sacred partnership
we will ever know.

Here we can only flow
from the voice of God.