ZAINAB

She takes a seat on the rocks
And watch the waves crawl into every crevice
Her gaze is set on the horizon
As she beholds the vastness of the ocean
That mysterious rumble that emanates
The smell of seaweed, the unimaginable possibilities
I bet she could stay here for a century

The ocean is solemn, she bathes in its breeze
Her thoughts are lost in Bermuda
In search of a missing piece of the Titanic
She reaches for point Nemo
Where dust can’t get into her eyes
The dusk however dawns
And she makes it to the road