Grain of Sand

The shapes of motion echo around and

Once they cascade they leave 

A trace, an imprint in the

Surface of reflection.

 

So too are the memories of a life.

When it has cascaded through the hourglass

The walls retain the slightest of impressions

As the sands descend.

We are but scratches on the surface.

But upon the surface of each grain of sand 

Falls with it the essence of all and the 

Memory of a lifetime of moulding, and

Changes forced together as a 

Diamond in a future existence.

 

There dwell the memories

Of millennia and the key

To all things within the

Insignificance of a grain.

20th September 2020