AN IMAGINARY SEA

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maggy and milly and molly and may

maggy and milly and molly and may

went down to the beach (to play one day)

     and maggy discovered a shell that sang

     so sweetly she couldn`t remember her troubles, and

milly befriended a stranded star

whose rays five languid fingers were;

     and molly was chased by a horrible thing

     which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and

may came home with a smooth round stone

as small as a world and as large as alone.

     For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)

     it`s always ourselves we find in the sea

E.E. Cummings.

Imagination is perhaps something adults lose a thread or two of as they grow older. The child is still there inside, but has been subsumed, and incarcerated within walls of responsibility, stress and the need to survive. Perhaps we would all benefit from a metaphorical trip down to the sea and find our true selves, hidden away for all those long years.
cummings
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