Searching

She wakes in the shadows of a setting sun
alone again
Her thoughts drift of
to happenings
10 years earlier

Why does it seem like a dream
why does it seem like everything is a haze these days?

No matter,
where's that bit of hash
she'd taken from George the day before?

'I've got to do the laundry'
she thinks to herself
as she stumbles among the pile of broadshorts covered with sand
and dried up surf

searching for the light and paper and grass
that will
put her back

to where she wants to be.