low tide

you used to wash in and out
like the tide

from work or friends
(I nearly went mad trying to hold on to water)
but now
the moon is gone
a bleak, empty shore

rocks and ground usually under water

exposed, dry, creature-less

as if a tsunami or a hurricane was building over deep ocean

and taking every drop of water for fuel

except it's not:

its a drought

its a cosmic catastrophe

you wont return

in a storm surge

to this place.