Barefoot and alone, she stood,
An element among the shining
Rhythms of water and sand,
Where the waves move into the shallows,
Edged with lace and salty sound.
She knelt in the pale sand,
Her sea-filled eyes lowered
From the new light moving,
Weightless on the heavy water.
Her finger wrote as she waited,
Not in vain. The gull flew beyond her,
Mastering his meaning in the morning air.
Her mind roamed over the lavender haze
That rose and fell over the dappled water,
Waiting for a silence that could endure
The gull’s cry.
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