i'm late, i'm late...
and i'm not even following the prompt...
but i am showing up,
even if i am looking a little disheveled and unkempt,
harried and out of hand.

but i'm here.

and there she began
in burgandy and green
silent as a whisper
strong and serene.
in her eyes
i watched whales glide by...
she barely seemed to notice,
never batted an eye.

and where did she end?
i never could say
she just disappeared
from the quiet corner of my mind
one day.