decade child

She dives into the wave
diving into the present,
falling from the past
she swims towards the current
quietly confident
unscathed by reality
she looks around at the other swimmers
some sink
some jump high
she holds strongly onto herself,

wading further
she takes a foreign hand
she moves into something new
a sandbank between childhood
and maturing into a new wave
higher, darker, different
frighteningly beautiful.