Her face lit up,
By the light of two skies.
She faced the ground so as to focus,
To project a certain scene within her mind,
The sullen lifeguard watched from the perch of his high chair,
While the sun slowly began to shine,
The morning’s overcast garment starting to flutter.
Her shoulders roiled,
As if in some calisthenic routine,
Or like the waves of a torpid sea,
The turbulence pitching ships to and fro,
As they sail to a place,
In order to be free.