centuries

iv. fog

without telling her I return
to the harsh ocean and
the grainy sand,
the colorless sky and
and the oncoming fog,
I see two others,
they are standing at the foot of the sea
one is itching away
while the other
itches near,
the daring one splashes water at
their companion and I hear a muffled
shriek
though the misty sky,
it takes a few seconds to reach me.
I realize what aria likes about this spot,
the calmness and isolation
you can be what you are
you can do what you feel
there is nobody around to judge
her, she feels.
and even if they do,
it shall take a long time for their
words to reach one's ears
and who knows how long that will be?