Long after you have swung back <br />away from me <br />I think you are still with me: <br /> <br />you come in close to the shore <br />on the tide <br />and nudge me awake the way <br /> <br />a boat adrift nudges the pier: <br />am I a pier <br />half-in half-out of the water? <br /> <br />and in the pleasure of that communion <br />I lose track, <br />the moon I watch goes down, the <br /> <br />tide swings you away before <br />I know I'm <br />alone again long since, <br /> <br />mud sucking at gray and black <br />timbers of me, <br />a light growth of green dreams drying.<br /><br />Denise Levertov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/losing-track/
