She Wanted To

She wanted to walk barefoot on the beach
and feel the rocks on her soul.
She wanted to catch the rushing train
whose whistle sounded loud through her
window at night.
She wanted to pack her car with each
mossy memory full to the top and head for the coast,
then toss them one by one into the sea
and watch them sink.
She wanted to walk through fields of wheat
in white linen and brush her fingers along each stalk.