Rising Tides

We are sandcastles

Daily we build

by night we are gone

released into the potential

of whatever tomorrows tidings bring.

Some run screaming from that tide

Clinging preciously to the lines that define

Who they are

What they think

Others collapse gratefully knowing

we are not the walls and turrets that a child builds with clumsy hands

We are of course – always and everlastingly

simply sand

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