Alone on the bench
she sat watching

Calico, on a
shimmering sea
drifting, drifting
sailing the breeze
lazily billowing
catching the air
harnessing
its power
quite naturally

In quiet contemplation
she dreams, of being

Calico
adrift and free
amidst the
dancing sunlight
of her own
reflection, to
feel the breeze
revelling in all
its, serenity

Silently, she entered
a darker world of

Calico drowning
in salty tears
unable to breathe
suffocating, despair
dragging her
down, down
as the storm
releases its power
destructively

Grasping for hope
she reaches out

And sails now
on calico wings
peacefully
drifting in the
pure clean air
above the
shimmering sea
remembering
quite reflectively

A girl sitting
alone on a bench
wishing……….