she whimpers listening to the sound of the wind
whistling...
flicks the sand off her nose and glances around quickly
the wet pebbles glide between her fingers, caressing...
I'm going to stop obsessing, she ponders.
Reaching over to the shore, grasping
reaching, searching for more.
The wet slide leaves a mark on the beach
as she crawls
slowly
moving
across
away
from the sea.

breathing deeply the salty slick air
of a world so exquisite, without compare.
moaning delight at the end of her plight.
rolling over to gaze at the grayish white sky...
the memories of yesterday
are very very far.

She's on solid ground now
away from the sea,
from the sinking
the drowning
the flailing...
singing seahorses
fortune-teller fish
ruby red corals prickling
that very first moment she'd felt the inkling...
and blinking rose up
to be free