by Francine Witte
is just for the moment. Everything
has to go back. Even the sky,
all grabby with rain, at some point,
will have to let go.
Each day my life leads my legs
wherever it wants, marches me
to bad decisions, and wrong lovers,
as if it had forever. Goes on like the ocean
that keeps drowning itself, wave reaching
over wave like comfort arms, its brief stay
on shore ending with a lunar pull. The same
way that, one day, this minute of me
will tick itself out, my life raining out
of my body, puddling at the edge of the sea,
simple and quick, as if inhaled by the moon.
Francine Witte is the author of four poetry chapbooks and two flash fiction chapbooks. Her full-length poetry collection, Café Crazy, has recently been published by Kelsay Books. She is a reviewer, blogger, and photographer. She is a former English teacher. She lives in NYC.