Fine Sand
Descending onto –
The widening mound 
Below –
A silent keeper it is 
Of the seconds deemed hurried! 

From dusk to dawn 
Slip the granules 
Musings swim -
In the hidden depths 
Settling into crevices 
And Grooves 
Of a creature unmoored!

The creature Restless
Only months ago 
Now rests Still
Turned toward dawn!

The Sun soaked - Surface 
I spread my arms with glee 
Pondering over the old days -
When I Dread it coming to me!