I dropped a thought somewhere
on the vast sands of Time.
Was it a footprint
to be tracked
by someone
in need of direction?
Or someone mellowed?
Or destined to be swept away
by the hurricane that followed?
I did not walk back
to retrace it.
I created a new home
Not with shapeless sand
but solid, rectangular bricks.
It led to
a defined structure
permanence, security
baked in the kiln
maturity.
The dust that flew in
thru’ the windows
felt like familiar grime
tt was the same sand
I had left behind in time.
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Love the last stanza.
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