Pisces New Moon

A Poem

Photo by Matt Hardy on Unsplash

I found a shoreline after years of treading water.

A blur at first, glimpsed when the waves were still,

my mouth and nose filled with the great roar of it all.



Something had led me to this place, shoved and

stirred, opening my eyes when the night sky dilated.

It was by the moon that I found where to swim.



The glare of the sun took me by surprise when

it urged me to dive deep, to find the ocean’s shadow.

I wore only salt when I met the aphotic horizon.



Light is not required for the soul’s vessel to form: 

in the dark I dissolved, became my own solution.

Gestation is suspension in what grows you.



My matter resonated with the cries of whales, and

I introduced myself to the water that held me.

The birth of all things happened here before.



I learned how blood and time interact, how the body

releases the chaos it guards after years of wearing away.

I sang along with the final wails of well-loved creatures.



The ocean was not ready to keep me - filled with oxygen

once more, I buoyed up to the stars, light still

dancing in the space between us. It didn’t matter if



the shore ahead of me was the same as before.

I headed to where I was meant to go, as a bird in 

migration follows an ancient magnetic field. My



breath was even, my movements steady. I was unafraid of

the winds whipping ahead, thundering the surf. The moon

turned full dark when I reached the shore. My feet brushing



unfamiliar sand, I found myself in suspended gravity.

Here is where the Divine meets flesh and dirt. What I

am meant to do in this land, only my body knows.