At submerging point she hesitates
full skirt streaming
tugged like weed
Her feet are eels
grey-skinned, writhing
slowly escaping to stone-clawed sand.
Her fingers, tendrils
transparent as jellyfish
towed eloquently by outgoing tide.
Pale arms rise,
a wave in surge
crest,
then subside
the hat
pert with flowers taken.
Those
things
of
earth
she must now release
thalassic movements relinquish.
Swaddled in chill, crossed arms warding siren sea
coaxing
caressesing
in.
