Thinking of the possibilities

She stands in darkened shallow seas

Holds out her hand to call to me

Still she stands among the spray

Her voice the wind her words the wolf's bay

Seaweed in her hair so black

Tossing unheld down her back

Her face is stained by dirt and woe

From many a dark place none would go

She alone ventures there

Safely hiding free as air

Merry is she and happy too

Joyful cast-off glad unwanted

She dances under the moon

Berries her food, water her drink

Her only companions wolves and mice

Impatient she beckons to me

And as I sigh and turn away

Softly dissolves into nothingness

Back to the mist that made her