These are the days
were we look to see
where the light lingers longer.
We rise like crabs
up, after the tide has fallen,
up, through solid sand now sinking,
we can only wait so long-
can only hold so much weight
(in these days where we cannot hold at all)
before we cannot wait any longer
to touch the light,
catch a breath,
feel the sun.

catch the light-
a bright distraction in the darkness.


All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly


Inspired by a #PoetryPrompt on Twitter from the #PoetInResidence Catherine Anne

Cullen at @PoetryIreland 

8 thoughts on “AFTER THE TIDE

      1. Jane Dougherty

        We will if we keep out of one another’s way. Hard for some people to grasp. We’re okay thanks. Son thinks he might have had it and several of his friends have got it, but at that age you throw it off—over the old folks…

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