Her hand touches the water tentatively
Quickly she pulls it back and waved it gently
In the cool twilight air
She looks up and down the shoreline
Searching for signs of other people
Seeing nothing
She is satisfied that she is alone
She peels her clothing away from her sweat-dampened skin
Discarding them in a pile of sandy fabric
Crumpled and abandoned
The crisp breeze feels good as it blows
Across the bare skin of her back
Every inch of her is alive
She revels in the anticipation
Savoring the moment
That lingers so exquisitely
As she stands on the verge of freedom
Then she moves forward with purpose
No backward glances
Her feet carry her in a joyous dance
As she disappears into the waves
While they crash on the shore
This is the eternally renewing cycle
Of death and rebirth
Rapture and release
There is no one there to see
The dolphin on the horizon
As it takes flight into the air
Surrendering itself to the dying sun
And it is at last in a place
Where it’s soul is complete
It has found home
It has become one with
The last moment of light