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