Down the milky corridors of fog, starless scenery, the
rubble of ocean’s breath, that lone figure strolling,
gathering about him without shame a small flood of
damages, concessions to a frailty that was his long
before he knew what he must do or what he must be,
and now, with his hand outstretched as if to greet the
future, he comes close and pours out to me the
subtlety of his meaning, and I see him, my long-lost
uncle, great and golden in the sudden sunlight, who
predicted that he would reach over the years and be
with me and that I would be waiting.
“Almost Invisible”by Mark Strand.
The photograph was taken at Inch Beach, on the Dingle Peninsula in southern Ireland. There, the water sometimes washes back for a mile during afternoon low tide.