Drawn in circles

She was so small,

sitting on the beach

somewhat focused

dragging her fingers

through the sand

not exactly oblivious

to others nearby

but focused on the pattern

and the sound of the waves

It was somehow years ago

but also just now,

a place in the moment

where time is irrelevant

and there is nothing

but the pattern

and the thrum of her heart

Her body’s edges blurred

sinking slightly into the sand

but her fingers didn’t stop

making circles

as the waves and her heart

kept up the flow

of the pattern keeping

the tide and time at bay