Full Moon

the moon pulls the tide of my body 

my life flows in vivid flashes that

linger for seconds, for years

and as the sleep pulls me under

I start to drown in the acute terror

of the unreality 

but the water holds me close

whispers my own secrets 

repeats the scene a hundred times

a thousand

teaching a lesson

just out of my grasp

and when my eyes and open again I forget

but the tide of my body

remembers