Standing by a moving shore, a spray of light, waves of mist, and then foam. It presses at her feet. Approaches. And moves out again. That's how it is in these moments you're changed If only for a bit. Tidal. Waves like this, Wane with no reason and no gravity explains, no body pulls or pushes. It is fully accepted. As it is. What it is. To be in a universe that only reveals to her revels in her repels all, but her. How often has she stood here? A few times more Than she dared To admit how often has she asked that same question- time after time. And time has taught her that questions leading to more questions lead rarely to answers. Or forwards. Her calls cross the water, there are figures on the distant shore. Shadows blocked by the surrounding light. Their beacons off Sirens muted their doors locked, their use, less important now. In the water there are rocks before the shore, after that Sand Softness Stillness. Timeless in her thoughts sadness in her dreams wishes left the building recently. Brought, not arrived, back to this shore. Back to this moment, to this edge. Motionless in her stance but moving in her mind nonetheless. Thoughts like shot stars sparkle and play both on the water and in the sky. False to reach for that reflected sparkle life has proven that now and Again. Yet, if she does. Proving against invisible challenges All float in And out. Cool breeze reminds her that she stands alone But she stands.