godless soul

Written by: Jennifer Cahill

a pebble on the beach
slips through the sifting of 
the sands
 
ebbing of the tide,
retreating waters 
cupped in his hands

cloudy banks emerge
like billowing 
bursts

idle are his ideas
as the rain falls 

the winds gush the salted spray-
and she emerges
through the seaweed strands