. Walking Near the Waves When, walking near the waves, with eyes downcast, I look at my reflection from the shore, Which seems to sink towards the ocean’s floor, Weighed down by tears, which into tides have massed; The memory of joys forever past Resurfaces, and brings me back once more, Back to the arms of whom I most adore, In which I lie, and find relief at last; Relief from loneliness, relief from care, From charting vain ambition’s boundless bounds, From explorations of its novel grounds, Whose barrenness yields nothing but despair; But if such waves of memory bring relief, They wash me back towards the shore of grief. . . Daniel Joseph Howard studied law in his native Ireland before taking his MA in philosophy at King’s College London. After working in the European Commission, he is now pursuing a PhD in Philosophy at Boston College.