Toes in, heels out, sea lapping at rough sand.
Distant ship sliding along towards rough land.
Curiosity calls it forward, but
Fear keeps hands in pockets, and voice silent.
Slowly sinking, indecision pins her.
Sinking sun, rising horizon, dark’ning sky,
Holds the figure on the shore with dark’ning eye.
Motive drains from soul to heart to scarred hands
Gnarled and rubbed clean by frigid sea water.
Slide along slowly, years of tides pin him.
