The sun shone bright and warm

There was a blue cloudless sky.

It was a cliche of a day.

She was happy and at peace.

The tide was away, away.

The warm golden sand like sifted sugar on a cake.

A timeless moment, bounded by time as

She stepped into the sink hole.

Warm, watery mud

Sucking at her feet

Sucking at her ankles

Sucking at her knees.

Snatched from her high perch of happiness

To the gory depths of her calling mind.

A family further up the beach

Eating boiled eggs and quavers

Waved their arms and shouted, laughing,

"Keep moving! You have to keep moving!"

But lethargy was upon her.

Tugging half heartedly

Against the almost human

Grasp of the sink hole,

It tightened its grip

The sun slipped

The family left

She waited for the tide to come in.