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