shores

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.

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