Thank You Distant Moon

Life is sitting in soft sand--
      Warm, enveloping.
Sometimes the East coast,
Sometimes the West.

When the tide comes in--
      Thank you distant moon,
the rushing water gives us comfort
or burns us with cold.

When you choose the shores of California--
      You have no excuse for tears.
For running away.
Or giving up.

When you bask in the heat of Georgia--
      You have no excuse for tears.
For running away.
Or giving up.

So choose where you sit--
      or stand or lie.
Put on a strong face,
and learn to fly.