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.