Calaigh

I found you
sitting by the ocean
in a blue dress
bare feet
and arms hugging
your knees close
you
sitting on and angle
pondering the clouds
making little
divets in the sand
with your toes
breathing in
the salt aires
watching as the waves
clambour closer and closer
everything is silent, the waves,
have no sound because
your thinking,
dreaming
of how you got here
and where you are going
blue dress
furling in the wind
baring you legs to an empty world
that rarely stops to look at what you
see all the time
barely stops to notice
that the wind has changed direction
and your hair is getting in your eyes
while you watch the boats out on the water
and wonder when the sun will come again