It's Still Life

Tides

Her eyes
have more and more
of the past in them.
Shadows
that cover the cold ocean
with healing indifference.

She wants to
take to the shifting winds
and lift anchor,
be washed out
on a tide. Washed out
across the sandbanks
in a small boat with a taut sail.

It’s a picture an innocent heart might draw.

And there she would
find herself, and unleash
truth’s implacable irony.

Written for Denise’s Six Sentence Story, including the word “heart”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.