Set Wave

Here comes another set

Rising from this ocean

Of sadness and fret

She doesn’t want to eat

She doesn’t want to repair

And as the wave inhales into its height

In slow motion, fight or flight?

Too much time to consider

Lines

And how easily the light

In the eyes

Is lost in droplet form

Where alone

Her figure grows small

In the shadow fall

Dives out of sight

With all her might

The weight of water

And heart, it breaks

Into the spray and trail of foam

Buoyant as stone

She is shaken

Unarmed

In position for another start