no sunbathers here today
only rain and surf
washing the ancient rocks that line the shore.
fifty-two weeks ago
on a bright sunny day
the first goddess found her place
the first goddess found her place
way down the other end of the beach.
today her sister sits in the rain.
same beach, only different
same ocean, only different
same goddess, only different
same me, only different.
the goddesses, the weeks, the places
dissolve into one another
like this goddess
dissolving into the wet greyness
of rocks and sea and sky.