Author’s Note
Beach to Beach (How I Get There) is a small exploration of the strange geography of dreams—specifically, the way my mind seems to create its own routes between familiar places and places I’ve never physically experienced.
I’ve written before about beaches, shorelines, the ocean, moonlight, and the city streets I encounter in my dreams. This piece connects those recurring images into something almost like a map: I leave one shore, cross the imagined sea, arrive somewhere unfamiliar, and let the dream carry me from there.
There’s also something hopeful underneath the surrealism. These places may exist in my dreams now, but part of me wants to make that journey while awake—to eventually cross those real distances and stand on those unfamiliar shores for myself.
Sometimes the mind dreams about places before the body ever gets there.
— Rowan Evans
Beach to Beach (How I Get There)
Poetry by Rowan Evans
When I sleep—
I don’t just rest,
I drift, I travel—
moving between worlds,
between scenery—
beach to city streets,
the ones I’ve never known
while my eyes are open.
There is a logic my mind follows
to travel from here to there—
wherever here and there is,
it goes like this:
to leave the shores I know
and get to the coasts I don’t—
it’s beach to beach
after a simple sea crossing—
and then it’s city streets,
while the moon watches.
So I follow the tide
in my mind—
until I hit the shoreline.
I never know what I’ll find—
but it’s a trip I make often,
nightly, you could say—
it’s a trip I hope
to make awake one day.
Journey into the Hexverse…
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[Opposite Coasts of the Same Silence]
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If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]
Poetry by Rowan Evans 