Archive for September, 2015

Ode to Washed-Up Children

September 5, 2015

Are we not all like children riding our own little boats, braving the uncertainty of this ocean whose waves are larger than us, than our boats, than the tsunamis waiting to tear down the cities we know, just so we can forget and turn away, only to get washed up on the shorelines of nostalgia, sleeping, lost in a dream where we find no need for boats, for the sea, for the waves, just us, soft light attaching to our cheeks, floating, in the kiddie pool dad has set up for the summer?