Hourglass
On a strand
Of slowly wandering coastline,
I am aging
As the tide awaits.
Weeds have choked articulation.
There is too much of life
and death
in this simple question
of sand.
On a strand
Of slowly wandering coastline,
I am aging
As the tide awaits.
Weeds have choked articulation.
There is too much of life
and death
in this simple question
of sand.