A Poem about water seeping into the space between
by Janet Mamon
she stands
heels planted firmly on the sandy shore
toes licked and flicked by cooling waves
she breathes
heart syncopates to the ebb and flow of
mourning tides
she cries
warm tears
adding to the waves of salted beauty
she is
one with the sparkles of water, azure skies, and infinite loveliness
she sings
a song of thanks that fills her to the brim
she believes
she is complete
and takes a bow
she is quiet
in the applause of
whispering wind
she hears
oh my love
pull back the curtain
the show is about to begin