These are the days
were we look to see
where the light lingers longer.
We rise like crabs
up, after the tide has fallen,
up, through solid sand now sinking,
we can only wait so long-
can only hold so much weight
(in these days where we cannot hold at all)
before we cannot wait any longer
to touch the light,
catch a breath,
feel the sun.
catch the light-
a bright distraction in the darkness.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Inspired by a #PoetryPrompt on Twitter from the #PoetInResidence Catherine Anne
Cullen at @PoetryIreland
8 thoughts on “AFTER THE TIDE”
I like this. Rising like crabs through the sand towards the light.
It’s a struggle but we can get there. Hope you and the family are all safe and well 💚☘️🌟
We will if we keep out of one another’s way. Hard for some people to grasp. We’re okay thanks. Son thinks he might have had it and several of his friends have got it, but at that age you throw it off—over the old folks…
Exactly what I needed this morning. Thank you.
I hope the day is brighter Michael 🌟☘️
It was after your wonderful words. Keep it up. Stay well.
And exactly what I needed this evening. That photo is so evocative. (K)
I hope a brighter day follows 🌟💚☘️