Into Open Water — COMPOSED

She moves where the horizon opens—

where light stretches
just beyond what can be held.

Fabric lifts in the wind,
carrying the warmth of what has passed
into what is becoming.

There is no urgency here.
Only a quiet forward motion.

The water reflects without resistance.
The sky remains wide, unchanged.

Between them, she stands—
not arriving, not leaving—

but already within.

salt air, warmed by fading light
soft wind moving through open space
water holding the last of the day

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