You count the seconds
I try to count your grains
Impossible
You are infinite
Except you aren’t really
You will eventually run out
In the meanwhile, I’m mesmerized by your panicked sand
Tumbling frantically
In a hopeless, helpless race against the inevitable
Oh how long I could stare at you
An entrancing distraction, that’s what you are!
Until your last granule falls into the abyss below
Time’s up!
Shall we start again?
Once more I’ll turn you upside ‘round
And watch you work in silence
An old-world instrument that measures moments in time
You are captivating and alluring,
Mr. Hour Glass of mine
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Ryan Burkey
PNW native. Government analyst by day and a writer, song-writer and musician by night. Writing topics include nature, faith, relationships, and social commentary. Hobbies are traveling, coffee shop vibes, food, and comedy.
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