The Logic of Water

sonnet

Awkward�" she stood eerily still until
her feet felt logic urging them forward
while crashing waves, the surge, the sudden thrill
of blood and bone had her hands slipping toward
the sounds of the sea; through the translation
and the force of the foam. And then, she ran.
For most of her life the fascination
she held, that great swell, drove her further than
events once marked by the last tides through her sand,
but the water called her toes to linger�"
sink into states more reckless than the planned
formations found swirling through her fingers
until she stood at the cliff, keen to yell.
But then she stood silent. And then�" she fell.