Lay down


'Oh', she said
and she wished that she could cut off
the resonance of that word
to glue a tight white sound behind it
or a jagged edge;

from now on she would lay on the rocking floor
in the tide, her arms and legs curled up
in a skin of wood

then suddenly stand up and lift her tight stockings, 
for once not tripping over sandbanks,
and feel the slushy mud settling between her toes

'Wait..' he would now only mumble
to a faint reflection in the water.