She breathes soothing the inside ache inhaling simple oxygen molecules.
Her diaphragm rises and falls unencumbered, the shallow weight of bitter residue has been exhaled.
Her body responding in kindness grows agreeable gills lacing her neck to filter the absorption of the ying and yang of living.
“I’m a fish out of water."
Her laughter kicks and splashes with and against the tide.
“What a juicy fish I am with free legs.”
Swimming and walking simultaneously isn’t just for the philosophical.
The oxymoron window in her bedroom will have new curtains.
Life can be a less weathered contradiction.
Light can have viable clarity.
Dark’s language understandable with cautionary pauses.
She sways more visible in the breezes of new times to be had.
The flesh between her thinking heals each new day shedding old chilblains.
“I’ll be a new breed of love in the lucky ocean"© K S Hardy 2011