The girl out in the ocean
With the wet, knee-high blue frock
Frolics in the waves; so carelessly
Salty, she wades through white capped cymbals
Streaming freedom
The sunny swing of her arms
Mimicking the soaring wings of a gull
Despite being wet up to her waist
She still adjusts the strap of her dress
Unconscious habits
Now she’s walked on by, but her question hasn’t
The waves still ripple in, reaching out
Won’t I come dance in their depths?
When I was young, I wasn’t afraid
What lurks?
