We wandered, stopping at a playful stream rich with minerals, and in the near distance, an ocean, grey and serious, knowing the predicament we were in. Knowing, and saying nothing. Feeling no obligation to make any warning. After all, the ocean doesn’t tell sailors when they are going to wreck and drown. So playful stream joined somber ocean, and was lost to salt water, as was I.

 

Salt water took her,

Turning over, she saw sun,

And sank to the depths.