Sea breeze....

The sea fails to touch her….wonders why?


Has it ever been so hot? so dry?



Like a rock who doesn’t let, anyone in,

Distinctly porous…though destined to sink!



Loosen up! Wither—give in to time…..

Forces! Weather—transcend the grind….



If that’s where she’s….meant to be;

It ain’t her fault but the sea’s,

Thankfully by the end—before she leaves,

Someone touches her….she feels the breeze.