She begins, like the waves
lapping in and out
struggling to leave the bay
pushing and fighting
until she releases
and the waves pull her far away
far beyond to where
there is only silence
no screaming voices
no egos needing to call and shout
no voices of the past
or omens of the future
no one else about
she is not waiting for him:
Human
or God.
Floating she is strangely absent from herself
but never more at home
The waves have fallen silent
She is no longer waiting
For a boat to arrive on stormy seas
Announcing an end to her bereavement
the answers from the Gods
She gives up looking for answers to the unanswerable
She gives up asking questions
She returns to the shore
softens her gaze out to the sea
the colour of the Adonis butterfly;
“no it is not “wine dark” to me”;
she will not live now in another’s metaphor
she breaths deeply
hearing the whispering waves
crying “live your life”
in this moment
give up waiting with expectation
Gold heat shimmers on salty skin
as she dries her body on the shore
a body that will wither and fade away
or even go out screaming
But this sea will roll out and in
whispering and roaring;
all will end and begin again
when her body is no more.