Once Upon A Time
a time when
there were no bounds, set
no edges, hard
no limits, known
I collected stories
like seashells
scattered
across the speckled sand
the sand that squeaked
beneath our bare feet
as we wandered
the infinite shore
at Cranes Beach
Salt and seafoam
sunburns and sea diamonds
sandollars
shook
if we were lucky, the dove
still inside
my life
was a summer day
stretching towards
an endless
horizon
now the days
grow short
the shadows
grow long
my long hair
streaked and speckled
with white
my sight
dimmed
still here
I ask
How is it
that I can remember
tomorrow
when today
is
all
but
forgotten?
Camp NaNoWriMo Day 25
That captures it.
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