Every little grain of sand
Every little grain
of sand on the dunes seemed as if it
had been counted by me in passing --
so many times over -- that I can almost see time move
with the water, deeply underneath
the vast floor of the sea,
as if the ocean
was holding the seconds and the minutes
like an hourglass.
More than any other element
or mineral, the sea seems to
embrace the slow moving body
of the earth (how it moves, why it moves)
more slowly,
more tightly,
than even the stars and planets.
We might be carried along with the stars
like passengers in a donkey cart,
not believing in astrology, all waggling
our heads in one big no -- but
getting to our destinations within
some notion of Orion, Leo,
Libra or Taurus.
But it always seems as if time moves --
only then,
only when the
ocean itself
moves.
Every little grain
of sand on the dunes seemed as if it
had been counted by me in passing --
so many times over -- that I can almost see time move
with the water, deeply underneath
the vast floor of the sea,
as if the ocean
was holding the seconds and the minutes
like an hourglass.
More than any other element
or mineral, the sea seems to
embrace the slow moving body
of the earth (how it moves, why it moves)
more slowly,
more tightly,
than even the stars and planets.
We might be carried along with the stars
like passengers in a donkey cart,
not believing in astrology, all waggling
our heads in one big no -- but
getting to our destinations within
some notion of Orion, Leo,
Libra or Taurus.
But it always seems as if time moves --
only then,
only when the
ocean itself
moves.