I’m sitting here.
My fingertips begin to furrow.
The unbroken drip of the water throwing itself off my hair, settles me into a trance.
I begin to rest my eyes on the slight ripple of the bath water.
Slowly lifted from my hold, I ease my body against the side of the bathtub.
I comfort my head, oh so heavy, onto the bloodless tiles that cling to the wall.
And then I fall, am falling, and have fallen.
I open my eyes to glimpse the water elude from my bathtub.
I dare not stir, for what I am afraid of is not known.
Instead, i gaze at the tears oh so daring.
And the only thing I could think, or wish I could  wish, was to be as daring as those tears, vanishing from my tub.

beams ricocheting from the moon hit the ocean face.
Introducing halos,
whirling and spiralling.
her body smoothly moving above the depths.
being pulled and pushed,
by the non-stop sequence of the waves.
entirely disciplined by the moon,
she was at its mercy.
invisible ropes, wrapped around every limb,
dragging her in and around.
straining to uproot herself from the ties she was bound.
captive to the tide.