She stayed a child for far too long
drunk on the infinite time we all think we have
She would never dare the stroke against the tide
stationary was delicious
and safe
And so a gluttony of years passed
every one becoming easier
and quieter
than the last
Until there she was
looking at the end coming into view
with no way to turn around
reverse
or even slow down
For all her lack of motion
she still moved forward
She just didn't disturb a grain of sand
2-March-2024
Tressa Lee Breen
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