Full of mystery
I see her watching me
while I lean against the wall.
She knows I am watching
her when she walks
left to toss an empty.
plastic bottle into the
She turns, and
ballet steps the
final distance-her hands empty-
in her return to the sea. She talks
to the water before beginning to sing
a song I do not know, and all
is her swimming the ocean tide,
as full of mystery as her eyes.