sky above, ocean below.

sitting on
a cliff,

beats break
some silence,
some rocks

and subtly
affect the
fickle tide,
so it may
roll over

me
now

and catch its
nimble hooks
in my skirts
to deftly
drag me

under

here, where
the silt leans
into my
soles and
writhes around

my toes,
softly parting
to light
a new

path.

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