A cataract of sand, brown tumble of time, hourglass, grainy transfer of time, tipped hourglass, the ∞ of infinity.
The quiet rippling, unheard, ears uncocked to the soft drop, scurrying distorted through curved glass, hard to see clearly through this lens.
Balance lost, bottom-heavy now, all coursing slows, then a frozen dune under glass, which no wind will sculpt.
Copyright © 2015 by James Robert Rudolph
