Lessons Too Late For Learning

Standing on the shore waves lapping at the sands of the past beaten down and grained in time between the foam and the surf; an image forms, salt air, moistening the eyes burning, tearing at the ducts, sliding scents itching the nostrils; recreating memories long lost familiar yet vague washing clean the earthen troughs, deepening in the grooves of history teaching the novice observer time is not forever; it rises, falls, fleeting intervals of lifetimes forgotten, cyclic eons with remaining lessons too late for learning.