Beach

Sort of like a mermaid,
She emerged, not precisely human,
Seaweed covered legs,
Tangled hair,
Eyes fringed by water droplets.
It was misty that day,
Outlines softened,
As much by waves shushing,
As by anything else.
At first it was obvious,
She was of the sea,
And would be destined to return.
Slowly she began to form,
Closer, stepping closer,
Becoming something
Not quite of the sea,
And very much human.