Cascadia

Along the shore
her feet bare,
gathering the sand
and all energy collected
at the bottom
of the sphere.

Her dreams fill
the ocean to the brim,
there the fish
call upon
infinite wisdom
to form.

With bare breath,
the lungs collapse
upon air,
all shallow
the movement of water,
hiccuping.

When more silence
meet's a room,
removed from all history,
the body will feel
no more.