The speaker lets herself dissolve into a series of coastal things—a weed, grass, a reed, an old shell, a stone, a bone—until she becomes sand blowing back and forth at the sea’s edge as the light fades. The movement feels dreamy and unanchored, as if her identity is scattering into the landscape while she waits.
But the mood turns more intimate and wistful when she addresses someone absent. She insists that if this person came, they would not find she had forgotten them. She recalls how the two once playfully disguised themselves as weeds, stones, and grass while ships passed their island home, leaving foam that glittered like rainbows before vanishing. The poem feels tender, melancholy, and full of longing—holding onto memory even as everything fades into sea and sky.