Barefoot with sand between her toes
She gathers round stones
She gathers round stones
Lays them in a circle
Steps inside and
Lights a warm witty fire.
Lights a warm witty fire.
She huddles and giggles.
Looks with wary eyes
Beyond the boundary of smooth rock.
Beyond the boundary of smooth rock.
It is comforting here when all around she feels the earth spinning recklessly, shifting in a sickening sort of newness.
She thinks of today and the ground.
She thinks of the moment and anything but those waves that crashed around her
And jerked the rudder from her grasp.
The smooth sailing of yesterday is gone.
She thinks of the moment and anything but those waves that crashed around her
And jerked the rudder from her grasp.
The smooth sailing of yesterday is gone.
It never was.
And then.
The crashing of the waves.
The crumbling of the wall.
The crumbling of the wall.
The trembling and the harsh waking up
Leave her feeling.
She feels.
Cold water on the face.
Leave her feeling.
She feels.
Cold water on the face.
Ice melting and frozen limbs tingling with heat.
She cries for all the times she hid
Behind her smiling face.
She cries for all the times she hid
Behind her smiling face.
