Honestly, there are no words.
(photo by Braja Sorenson)
Discarded,childlike as an adult,
away
from those who
pretended to be caretakers,
free and open
now
to the sky
and sea,
she huddles,
a leftie,
and
fingers a letter
to her God
in the sand.
Tired,
sick,
undeterred
in the breezy sand,
she does not move.
Her finger may not
have moved,
but God has read the letter....

