“I’ll sit right here and watch
the tide go out and in,” the woman sighed.
Beneath the aqua sky she stayed and
breathed salt air the ocean made as
seagulls squawked and walked the dunes
she was content. She hummed her
tunes, whiling away the afternoon,
knowing that it would end too soon.
And as the darkness began to grow,
the wind picked up, began to blow.
The woman stood, surveyed the sea and
said in a whisper for no one to hear,
“This is my place, my space in the world,
entitlement means this land is for me.”