By TN Kerr
When the light is just right, I can see her sometimes.
Expectant at the top of the cliff; leaning forward while
the wind swirls wisps of her dark hair behind her.
She stares out to sea.
One legend says that she waits for her lover
Another tells that she wants to leave.
I’m old now and I see her less often than before, but
she’s still there. Just after sunrise,
just before sunset.
When the light is just right, I see her sometimes.