Statue on a Fence

Today I became a statue on a fence
the sun melted my sweater into my neck
I was watching shadows crawl across the clifftop,
falling into the crags left by the tide - they crossed in lines, in slow motion,
opposite the direction of the clouds.
There was a statue on a bench near me,
perfectly solidified - he studied the line where the sea met the sky
while I tried to sketch it on a page, comparing high tide to low.
A dog passed and stopped to sniff my skirt,
to check if the statue was one he knew.