pi & anne

A DENT IN THE WINDOW GLASS

"I do the work I am capable of." 
The woman sitting on a pillow on the ground runs the palm of her hand over the yellowed tips of the grass. "I'm doing SOMETHING. What I mean is—",  say what is true the last waterlily  turning her face towards the sun to set above the incoming sea that stretches from North to South. A mellow gold: where the water and the sun meet.

She adjusts her position so the wind blows the hair out of her face. "Whose is the 'more' and the 'better'?" With  the herringbone clouds more and less white —  a seagull sailing past that corrects its course slightly, and right then its wings seem to light up. "I crave someone who trusts that I know what I am able to, and what not."

The sun has almost disappeared.The ocean already darkens. She slowly stands up and scans the blackening sky,  waves after waves dying down night-flowering silene ,  the right words a long time coming Perseids.