The moon is a half-moon tonight,
yet visit the moon
and you will find
no line divides the moon in two.

The horizon appears:
it is that line ahead of us,
cutting earth from sky
as neatly as two half-moons.
Yet, walk closer,
and the divisibility
of earth and air
shows itself to be
yet another illusion.

Though the moon is distant,
it tugs at oceans
and rearranges the shore.
The ocean feels the tug of separation,
while sandbars and tide pools
raise disheveled shoulders.
Even so, the ocean always returns to the shore.
Like ocean and shore
you and I feel tugs of separation,
yet night draws us close,
as a high tide
erases the shoreline,
as we embrace.