Urban Sea

Does a city have an ebb and flow like that of the sea?

Do the movements of people and traffic in an urban space mimic that of the tidal advance and retreat?

How does it feel when you have to navigate a strange town without your bearings as if trying to find your way in uncharted waters?

Or, possibly the sea can join together a city split between east and west.

Maybe the sea can act as a balm to troubled souls.

Or, perhaps the sea can wash away the sins of the world.

Does the sea have an ebb and flow like that of the city?

 

Comments 4

 
Monika Schott on Thursday, 08 September 2016 20:56

Lovely!

Lovely!
Nicholas Mackey on Tuesday, 13 September 2016 21:57

Thank you for the compliment, Monika.

Thank you for the compliment, Monika.
Katherine Gregor on Sunday, 11 September 2016 17:09

What an interesting simile.

What an interesting simile.
Nicholas Mackey on Tuesday, 13 September 2016 21:58

Thank you for commenting, Katia.

Thank you for commenting, Katia.
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