Chimera

It’s morning, mere hours after sunrise. The light washes, with the tide, over Balbriggan beach. And I’m there, one eye on the time, the other ‘I’ on something transcending it. The ‘I’ wishes I could stay. Instead, it boards a train and silently glides south as both the sight, and the possibility, disappear from view. But never from memory.

Balbriggan_beach_at_sunrise_by_Emma_Hynes

By Emma Hynes
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