Sandymount Strand, Dublin
All this will be washed away
by rising sea and frequent storms.
Before retreating to self-reliance,
I want to find the words
to preserve a shrinking world;
language is a slender thread
that can briefly connect secret lives
before fading into silence.
Maybe old words will sink into the sand,
become fertile and then rise
to give me what I need: new words,
even some I do not understand,
but not today, I know.
I did not have to write this.
S.C. Flynn 