A cold brightness hung above the sea

An empty stage onto which she walked

The stars, like blinking voyeurs, watching

Waiting.

The cry of a new born shattering

The Silence.

Tectonic plates moving slowly 

Against each other and

Smudging the boundaries

Trickling water. Heaving muscles

A long held exhalation

Silver birds rising like prayers

Into a pitch dark sky

The slip and slide of sweat on skin

She is fading even as she is arriving

There is something on the tip of her tongue

Something long forgotten

Something longed for

Something