Grounded

Sweet, salty, darkened earth surrounds one of smaller stature.

She can hardly stand it.

Crystal-like cocoon of solid solitude consumes her.

She is confined but not quite safe.

Crossing point of sharp stones and crevace.

She sits suspended; neither here nor there.

Silken hair cascades; thrust back in unsteady winds.

She is grounded alongside the bay.

Sea-eagles splash and waves prey.

In an instant she is gone away.

Tschüss,
Marta Frieda Hart