WHEN we created castles on the coast,
we knew it would end up this way:
sea scraping sand, waves washing away
towers, leaving traces of brine.
Even the winds scatter
sand to strange shores,
virgin waters.
But the sea will dry up someday. Perhaps we will
see it once more, ashes built on uneven ground–
pillars reaching up, as if embracing the sky.
Montage Vol. 10 • December 2006
