Sonnet

For Elizabeth

Naked she stands before the edge of a
waterfall cascading; the blacken clouds
unleash their fury: bolts tearing the sky
apart, roars amplifying the crashing pour,

and raindrops diluting the salty tears;
downward she fearfully gazes to find
foaming and fuming the face of a lake
that is battered by frailty and fear.

Then spreading out her arms, resigned, she dives
and drowns in that chaotic lake, resolved
to give up life in order to live again;

and in her final thoughts she finds the deep
captivating, without captivity –
her bones are with the treasures of the lake.