I’m chasing
beaches broken
slipping in between sands sinking
feet in search of footing firm
contemplating connections
between the sand and sea
as if to find reflections
between the land and me.
I’m chasing
beaches broken
slipping in between sands sinking
watching tides through time trickle
dividing and subtracting
what’s lost and left to see
as if they’re reenacting
what the years made of me.
I’m chasing
beaches broken
slipping in between sands sinking
currents coming to covet
corrections and corrosions
that trickle out to sea
along with the illusions
of who I thought I’d be.
I’m chasing
beaches broken
slipping in between sands
sinking
skipping over shallow streams
dissolving
while holding on to hope.
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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The sensation in this piece changes as you read it. The reflections, along with the line breaks at verb, drawn you in and beg the question What if. But, no regrets, with hope finishing it off.