Inspired by the title of the book, "Woman of the Inner Sea" by Thomas Keneally
Woman in the low castle
Sulfury sands, damp and dank
Shallow pools of dark water pace in themselves, untempered by time or demand
She waits in the waters
In the seaweed breeze
The beach is empty and the sky overcast
White caps crest and the rain starts to drop
She's waiting, not waiting
She is here
Wisely waiting for you to return to your soul
And give her your hand in trust
To show you the depths of the salty seas