Chris Quinn

Dublin, January 30, 1981
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Samsara

I never thought I would tire of chaos,
Of hurling myself at the sky
Or crashing down below the surf
An orca at play surfing waves of joy and sorrow
Beautiful and terrible to behold

Yet, here I am on the sand
My clumsy legs (not fins)
Pale and thin and hurt by the sand
As I stand shivering and shy of the sea
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