She sits and ponders the meaning of the waves,
Crisp linen and Monaco scents fill her desires,
Quiet thoughts of endless landscapes escape her reach but are within her reach.
Ribbons fall like rain from her handlebars and the breeze flows through her,
The salt in the air is enough to lead her cartwheeling accross the sand
Enveloping her dreams and becoming part of her.
The turnstile of dandelions and high grass rush between her bare feet,
Skipping as if a child once again.
The jewelery of her life post on her wall,
Sieving through the water claiming what she needs,
Few miss the net,
Again and again
Swimming away,
The rest caught but released back into the blue,
Ready for the next catch.