Her eyes transfixed on the open balcony door A linen drape Muted tan in color dancing in the wind billowing waves Leaving sections of crystal prisms against soft black shadows on the wood floor Salt air Beckoning As a hand reaches into forward space fingers sway in the open air Like the notes of a flute As if awakened by movement One foot moves aching for light Naked tips of toes graze Sun kissed warm square Sliding the rounded arch to the heel completely fitting into paced sunlight avoiding the taint of promising depth for fear it will swallow her whole The rhythmic lull of Graceful hopscotch In this corner of the world A girl in a daydream
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 