The Inescapable Tide
March 23, 2016
Sometimes I feel as if we are merely doodles on an etch-a-sketch
or even sandcastles built too close to the shore.
We have spent the entirety of our lives building beautiful pictures
composed of black and white lines
and monuments anchored down deep into the sand
yet senior year is the sunset and we know the tide is inevitable
and in a few hours we will be nothing more than a pile of collapsed memories.
We have tricked ourselves into thinking our time was infinite like the vast stretch of
ocean sprawled out before us
yet it is now clear that we are simply temporary and our time is running out.
Despite the fact that we will have crumbled, the seagulls will continue returning day after day
for trails of breadcrumbs and the waves will keep pushing themselves forward like soldiers
marching on a beach
and life will go on despite the fact that we no longer can
because our senior year has been a mechanical pony ride in a grocery story
and our time has expired and we have no more spare change to give away.
In a few hours we will be merely of recollection of what used to be
because senior year is the sunset and we know the tide is inevitable
yet with the sunset comes a new day
and a new sandcastle to build
and perhaps we will be a bit reminiscent because we have lost our spot in the sand
and perhaps we will be a bit reminiscent because someone else’s castle occupies the spot that we previously claimed
but there is something so beautiful in the fact that as the sun sinks down into the skyline
it resembles a pink and orange eraser
and we are erased from the shoreline by the relentless passing of time,
yet we are given the opportunity to build ourselves back up once more.
We are castles that have disintegrated like grains of sand being rubbed between two index fingers
our lockers have been wiped down with sanitary kleenex
and the graded assignments that we treasured have been reduced down to
nothing but a heap of memorabilia in the trashcan
because the truth is our time has expired and the sun is going to set
and if we simply dwell on the fact that we will be washed away by the
aggressive tide come sunset
we will not be able to start over again
So go ahead and dip your toes back in the chilly water one last time
go ahead and spend your last few seconds putting your finishing touches
on your sandcastle and placing a few sand dollars near the entrance
because you see the sun is playing a game of hide and seek
and it has almost disappeared.
Senior year is the sunset and we know the tide is inevitable
and we will be washed away very shortly
but we are not afraid
we are simply anticipating a chance to start over and build ourselves
up into something beautiful once more.