Shapeshifter

Shapeshifter

She is in water,
between lands,
body full and blue and still,
exhaling.
Grasses move,
shoals flash by her,
submarine volcanoes erupt -

in near silence.

She is

between spaces,
without judgement,
analysing
what was once left
on shore.

There,
between the then and now,
between the loss and growth,
she is neither malleable nor ridged,
ruined nor fully built,
neither healed nor wounded
and there,
in the inbetween,
where stars have eyes
and waves come with seafoam,
she finds a relief.