-Blue-green sifting tides, as sediment disperses
and the great
island is lessened.
A man, feet burrowed deep, in sand
as 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 might
attempt, to stop time.
With each blink of eyes, it is
erased and replaced.
A successive erosion of time
and space, and footprints.
His
face turns, giving in to gravity;
his thoughts on his child.
So many moments, he could
never keep them all.
The sun fades behind the waves,
as his hand empties.
Less than a handful of grains
remain in the crease.