She revels in the deepest part of the ocean
With her back against the sand bed
her eyes lost to any colour
there are no fish
and the tides do not carry her arms
Every ship passes above her
Eager to reach the inevitable
Their course shifts her, tumbles her
she is devoted
to their dance
She has chosen a different stroke
against the waves, beneath the sharks
she is coming up for air
to the ripple and sun
to her life undone.
