Thin and petite, lithe and strong.
Tight black capris. Light blue button down.
Walking, carefully, slowly, on the sea wall.
She looks down at her feet,
one tenderly placed in front of the other,
on the high wire between earth and sky.
She walks, all the way to the end of the wall,
doesn’t falter, doesn’t trip, no false step.
She passed the test, will be welcomed into heaven.
She jumps off at the end, onto the grey sand,
the colorless beach, to slate blank sea,
and watches the horizon.
Is she waiting for something, for the angels,
for Jesus to come in glory, for her final reward?
Or is it just the peace of the moment?