A grain of sand. A grain
amidst a desert, grain on grain.
Its absence goes unnoticed
as it slips into the gap
and falls beneath.
Second by second, they disappear,
each one leaving no trace.
The tiny gap consumes them
but only one by one.
Their exodus relentless.
And yet their passage shows itself
from time to time, but briefly.
At first, I wished them gone,
to welcome new and better ones.
Too soon forgotten.
Too slow it seems and then too quick.
Too much to bear, there’s more to come
and brighter ones, I hope.
The growing plane of fallen grains
spreads out behind.
Until the day, when suddenly
the dunes are gone, the desert flat
and, falling still, the grains.
The reason clear to me.
So precious now each grain becomes
and still I cannot catch and hold.
But look at how the fallen ones
have shaped themselves.
Too far to touch.
The landscape past is making sense.
The one to come, though shrunken,
is shiny new and, breathing deep,
I welcome it.
My toes can feel the sand at last.