On a Dock

She sits and listens
Accompanied by a butterfly
Whose found a home in her hand.
His tiny legs tickle her palm
Sending a slight shiver
Throughout her soul
Until a gust of wind
Sends it sailing,
And her hope,
Fading.

She breathes in the scent of the ocean,
Yearning for something,
Something inspiring -
A glimpse, a radiance
To keep her going
As hope fades
From the tips of her toes
Joining the surf below.

She battles the haze,
Grasps hold of her soul,
Bunkers down,
In the beauty,
Wanting to encounter it whole.

Its inside her somewhere
Its real as the water that spatters her face.
That hope she felt -
As the butterfly galloped in her midst.