SAND
Life is sand…
Sand in an hourglass
slipping steadily away.
Sand for the footprints,
we barely leave behind.
Sand sliding beneath feet,
progress impeding.
Sand slipping through
fingers, possessions forgotten.
Sand blown into glass, later,
only to be broken.
Sand in the machine,
better known as grit.
Sand formed from life’s irritating
shoe-pebbles.
Sand for potatoes and carrots,
and even asparagus!
Sand back-filling the hole,
even as it is dug.
Sand for the desert, the
nomad and hermit housing.
Sand in the wind blowing, blinding,
and hiding.
Sand for the painter, his
beginning to find.
Sand on the beach forming shoreline
for the tide.
Sand for the island, a
barrier or refuge to make.
Sand for the sculpture,
today admired, tomorrow washed away.
Sand filtering the trash
from the water, safer to drink.
Sand for the cat, to help
keep him neat?!
Sand for the sandstone,
the wonders to form.
Sand for the invaders’ rampart,
the city to take.
Sand for the bags to hold
back the flood.
Sand for the paper to
smooth the work.
Sand for the mortar to
hold the stones.
Sand for the cement to
build the road.
Sand for the mold, to form
the new part.
Sand replacing the wood as
it petrifies.
Sand for the crap and
ostrich to burrow beneath.
Sand for the children to
build all their dreams.
Sand ruining the floor
finish, beneath their dirty feet.
Sand for the man, to bring
us a dream.
Sand for the holy man, his
medicine to paint.
Sands to try and number
the children of Abraham.
Sand for fools to build
upon, rather than upon the Rock.
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