Deer and Coyote Part 3

I really don't have anything to say today.

The beach all but vanished, she dreams of sleep
amid some breach in the dunes (despite awareness
that a storm is streaming from the west
venting extremes of weather towards this coast).

But then she chances on a stranger reflecting
on driftwood, leaping at suggestions from
the sea. She pauses, then grows motionless;
he pushes her with animated speech.

She stares intently at him yet doesn’t speak;
he’s bewildered by water at her feet.
Her face is weathered from something more than wind;
he wonders why she’s calling on the wild?

That could become a problem.