we first spotted the moon
bleeding from the Atlantic
years and years before
a cresting of molten ocean
earth's potter's wheel spinning a satellite
ripping away from the ring of fire
just like Rachel said —
the Sea Around Us —
a mere theory
now happening again
amidst thunderous quakes
and the waxing and waning,
the universe folding in,
a tectonic time-envelope
carrying life to a gravity centre
inward to the core;
a wrinkled moon of existence
stunned and mesmerized
waiting for the whispered
breath

and now we are two
ballooning out
from a maybe
a what if
a tidal wave crying aloud
breaking silence
a mirrored echo
two distinct entities
a pendulum swinging
giving in to distance
bridging the gap between
theory and small real steps,
a pooling of spun energy —
like Neptune on her back
with Triton circling elliptic —
a slingshot of love
streams of light and dark
dancing hearts
beating in steady
syncopation