RIDING THE EARTH

I heard today the tide does not roll in.

The Earth itself rolls forward and away

Allowing the oceans to slide above

As if rising higher by sheer will or moon pull.

I am stunned to think it is me, standing still

On the sand, sliding toward the sea

Moving slowly to the East or West

Until the sea touches my toes

And never know I am riding that great force–

The Earth in its daily rotation.