King tide

I feel an internal spring

beckoning, 

with sweetness in the air,

and I must remind myself 

how to feel safe 

in a new season,

once again.

Parts of me yearn

for my northern home,

the muffled silence of winter,

the existential dread of snow. 

How blessed to have experienced

two winters and two springs. 

My body still adapting, 

             taking time in it’s tow. 

There’s tidal waves swelling 

just to reach my soles — 

           is that not proof I am synced,

with the moon, 

          and the gods.