There, by the water’s edge, where kids collect sand in pails as if a piece of plastic can save time, he watches docking ships report their findings- new worlds beyond the old waves he never managed to rise above. I had the urge for going, he recalls saying once, when he could run faster than those kids who cannot yet count time. There, by the edge of all that cannot be measured, old dreams dreamt in younger days float out on a wave that drowns the acrid air while he comes to regard the castles his grandkids have captured in the sinking sand.
The sand is to shore
as the ship is to the sea
dreams rest in between.
All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly
2 thoughts on “BY THE TIDE”
Reminded me of my childhood. A nice blog 👌
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