Grains
-Blue-green sifting tides, as sediment disperses and the great island is lessened. A man, feet burrowed deep, in sandas his fist tightens holding to. The breeze alights, as the sand shifts and escapes, and time passes. The morning light fades, the man stands empty handed, and bends again. Squinting eyes, he watches the world on sojourn, imagines the photograph he mightattempt, to stop time. With each blink of eyes, it iserased and replaced. A successive erosion of timeand space, and footprints. His face turns, giving in to gravity;his thoughts on his child. So many moments, he could never keep them […]