I came to the end of the city and there was the sea
The sea where it shouldn’t have been.
I started walking down the slope of sand towards it.
When I looked up, the tide was coming in from where I had just been walking.
I was walking towards the sea, yet it was behind me
And rushing down the slope to sweep me away.
I saw a large rocky outcrop of brown sandstone.
I could run under that and hope that the water would pour over the top
Keeping me safe underneath.
What a mad, hopeless idea if it was a real sea!
But dream seas are unpredictable that way.
watercolour drawing