The Hourglass
We exist on the clock
A meander in the ever-changing river
I clutch at air
But it’s gone
The sand of the banks
Slips through my hands
My hands
Flow all over you
There is a magic I think we should accept
There is a magic I think we’d regret not knowing
And yet we look the other way
As those sands flow through
We tussle on the floodplain
Blowing leaves caught by the wind
I grasp at the soil but it’s loose
These roots long to hold on
My hands
Hold tightly to you
There is a magic we both should birth
There is a purpose
I think we long to contract
And yet we sit back
We let those sands flow through us
We think ourselves tall
A pylon
But imagine
When we are broad and wise
As an oak
And we look back
Across all the ground we covered
And realise
We didn’t embrace the magic
Of the natural world
Expanding
As we stood still
And let those sands flow
Let those sands flow through us
Let’s do this
While there’s still time
While there’s still some sand
Flowing…
Tomas Waters, 