and feel the wet sand yield, to the strength
of an out going tide, I'm reminded of the
familiar places I've never been.
Like the undertow of a child's imagination
whispering truths long forgotten, and calling
me away, from the chaos of a world gone mad.
- Cameron Dockery
I remember walking the North Carolina beaches as kid and feeling the wet sand giving away under my feet. It was tiring. AS the calf muscles in my legs grew tense, I would step up into the dry sand, where walking would be much easer.
However, before long I would find myself drawn back to the wet sand and feeling the water receding with every step. It was as if something was pulling me away.
This morning that memory from long ago represents the undertow of a world I once knew. A time when belief came easy and imagination was unlimited.
I want to go there again, if only for a while, to hopefully, recapture the wonder.
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