Mermaid from the Sea

Her head is as hard as a damn rock.  Wispy green feathers grown of the sea float behind her as she moves with grace just steps ahead of me, across the sand at low tide. Grounded for the time being.  Just doing her own thing with no concern for me as I walk in thought and reverie.  She doesn't mind the dogs that step on her meaning no harm.  And the people who will never know she was there.  How we should all, be I think to myself.  I am sometimes too busy with how things look and what might be, what if and why not.  I stop to notice this mermaid just living her life on the beach at the edge of sea.  She knows without a doubt that the tide will come in and wash over her.  To her it simply is, that once again she will be free.