Gentle waves lap ashore,
circling into each other,
one riding over the other.
The lower sweep becomes
another shore for the higher.
Which side wins out changes
from one wave to the next.
She sat on the shore
and watched the sea.
She watched the sea
so intently, and for so long,
that she could see the tides rise.
She could discern
that gradual shift
from among the undulations
& sea state changes.
But she was seeking a ship
that would never return.