in a black bathing suit
bends at the her non-waist,
tucks short hair
into a rubber cap,
straightens,
approaches the surf.
A timid June bug,
an ostrich past her prime.
She frowns.
First one foot, then the other,
she enters the ocean.
The waves take her.
Grown small
she begins to bob.
she pirouettes, sashays,
does the locomotion.
Round and lovely,
she is light as helium,
graceful as God.
Seagulls applaud.
--Nancy Thomas from The Secret Colors of God
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