Innocence

She walks where the sky forgets its color,
barefoot,
between wet stones slick with the memory of waves.
The sea is a whisper here,
not yet wild, not yet asleep
just breathing.

Each step is careful
not for fear,
but for reverence.

Her shadow stretches long beside her,
wavering on salt-kissed rocks.
She doesn’t chase it.
She walks through it
like morning.

The wind toys with her hair
like a friend who won’t stay long.
She lets it,
just as she lets the cold touch her ankles
and the silence slip into her ears.

She does not need to speak.
The beach says everything
in hushes and echoes
and tiny shards of light
stuck in the surf.

Here,
between stone and sky,
she is untouched.

Written by Hamid Attig