Share this postQuandarywittenberger.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOtherQuandaryPaul WittenbergerSep 22, 202479Share this postQuandarywittenberger.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOther38ShareText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThere are so many things out of reach No one ever kissed me on the beach I can’t forget what I never knew But how is it I remember you. SubscribeLeave a commentPreviousNext
There’s that question in the whispered words at the end. I know you - but how can that be?
Your poem is one of many sand crystals that when held radiates a sparkle in the eyes . Not really a quandary. But an erosion of time that wears down the rock to the essence of a moment.