She was empathy and hope
enduring waves upon the sea of indifference.
“I, me, mine…”
was carried on the wind.
The mournful mist obscured her sight,
but not her vision.
She could SEE where possibilities dwelt.
“I’m not alone, I can’t be,”
but the communication required two.
“There once was a land,”
whispered the dolphins from below,
but then they escaped.
Long ago they’d learned what humans do
to all they touch.
©May 2018, Christina Anne Hawthorne