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Omar Mousa

the moon, the coast and i

do you know what it means to long for something?

i do

unequivocally

and i despise it

it is an ugly feeling

ghastly and disgusting and gnawing at the soul

but it’s also a growing feeling

like a bone pressing against sinew

begging to stretch into something greater

to new heights never before experienced

too bad i’ve always been short

 

it comes and goes

in times of prolonged solitude

when it’s just me, the beach and her

the moon loves to toy with me

she’s grinning right now

and if i close my eyes i can see hers

i don’t know what they say

some strange mix of mania and sorrow

she grins, and then it’s high tide

 

i'm so tired

and the water washes over me

but i'm still so tired

of not knowing how brass feels against my lips

or of plucking a string like an idiot

to have a voice that wobbles and cracks

to press keys one by one

convincing myself i can play a chord

 

if you keep an animal in a cage

it needs entertainment

new ways to keep it alive

watching passing faces becomes boring

and a meal is only occasional release

from the higher thinking they must at times do

when they ponder their own sorry state

 

socializing is a learned skill

animals kept in enclosures

then thrust into the wild

will struggle reintegrating

mingling with and joining their feral brethren

it’s a stark difference in behavior

a group who knows how to behave

will rarely accept an individual

with no sense of his own individuality

 

sometimes the water gets excited

and laps up on my forehead

the minerals swirl around in my ears

it’s food for thought

makes me think about my inadequacies

like how graphite is foreign to me too

and the handle of a paintbrush is entirely theoretical

gold flows in my veins

and it begs to gush out of me

you never let me learn how to release it

my pores can only sputter

and the waves come over my hands

take what little i may have been able to create

the little flecks scramble away to the deep

 

the moon is grinning wider than ever before

and i can’t see the stars

there is only a chasm of black above me

and i didn’t really care to think on it

i had more important things to do

that’s what you said anyway

so the sky was black and that was that

before the terror set in, of course

when i, not much younger than i am now

realized the sheet had depth

and i could reach into it, if i really wanted to

my scream still rings in my ears

 

there are stars people shoot for up there

and i’ve shot for them too

but those were your stars, not mine

weren’t they?

 

i swear some blurry shadow eclipses her at times

a fish or some malformed monstrosity

from it cards flitter down like gentle rain

they fall face-up on the pale sand

some attempt to divine my present

i don’t need divination to know

just off to the side i can see it

a chariot turned inside out, buried in the sand, ablaze

and there’s a spent torch in my hand

embers still hot on its scorched surface

don’t ask me about it

 

the tide is up to my chin now

and when the waves come over my mouth

i taste a sickening brine

an ipecac, melting my throat

and i try to think about this hell

where the moon can smile at me

 

i don’t know about you

but she’s a creepy thing

i’m not so sure rocks can be born

so macabre, so malicious

and only now, if i look closely…

that’s a chiseled smile, isn’t it?

the night has always been so clear

and yet only now i can see the notches in her grin

the signs of someone’s craft

it’s sloppy work

 

my eyes don’t even sting anymore

i’m just that fed up

and i could always get up from the shore

but you chained my feet with weights

and weights make it hard to walk

 

maybe i could shake them off

or i could do it later

do it in the spring break

when i have nothing to do

or the summer holidays

when you tell me i am free

or the winter, between semesters

or next year, when i can manage my time better

that distant reprise you always promise me

proactivity is a farce

wait until i’m green and exhausted

before you try to heal me

it’s fine

i have this mutilated moon to keep me company

while i wait my turn

 

i’m sorry i was ever enough for you

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