The flat brick and stone walls of this urban area line the sidewalk down which I plod, nearly forgetting where I’m going, as low-tide waves gently brush the curb and then retreat back toward the sea.
Once I was a willow, growing at the side of a river just where it emptied into the sea. I trailed my bright leaves in the flowing water while wind murmured through my branches. Many beings passed their lifetimes beneath my reaching arms, but to me it went as moments. I borrowed salt from the ocean for my tears, drinking it through my roots only to return it to the waves.