She is sitting against rocks counting time
And time counts back
As rocks break against the water
And the sky falls fast behind a burning sun
Rocks press back against her body,
Slender lines and time is counting her
Down to the edge
Where someone waits
Is always waiting, pontificating
On moments such as these
When she has nothing much to do
And nowhere much to do it
But time sits, counting her
And waiting for the next rock to fall
Against the wave of what
Was before the world washed away
Beneath the inky blackness of a void
That was
Just a moment before
It wasn’t