SAND

[JERRY C]

SAND

Life is sand...

Sand in an hourglass slipping steadily away.

Sand for the footprints, we barely leave behind.

Sand sliding beneath feet, progress impeding.

Sand slipping through fingers, possessions forgotten.

Sand blown into glass, later, only to be broken.

Sand in the machine, better known as grit.

Sand formed from life's irritating shoe-pebbles.

Sand for potatoes and carrots, and even asparagus!

Sand back-filling the hole, even as it is dug.

Sand for the desert, the nomad and hermit housing.

Sand in the wind blowing, blinding, and hiding.

Sand for the painter, his beginning to find.

Sand on the beach forming shoreline for the tide.

Sand for the island, a barrier or refuge to make.

Sand for the sculpture, today admired, tomorrow washed away.

Sand filtering the trash from the water, safer to drink.

Sand for the cat, to help keep him neat?!

Sand for the sandstone, the wonders to form.

Sand for the invaders' rampart, the city to take.

Sand for the bags to hold back the flood.

Sand for the paper to smooth the work.

Sand for the mortar to hold the stones.

Sand for the cement to build the road.

Sand for the mold, to form the new part.

Sand replacing the wood as it petrifies.

Sand for the crap and ostrich to burrow beneath.

Sand for the children to build all their dreams.

Sand ruining the floor finish, beneath their dirty feet.

Sand for the man, to bring us a dream.

Sand for the holy man, his medicine to paint.

Sands to try and number the children of Abraham.

Sand for fools to build upon, rather than upon the Rock.