Some Say

Some say the world was shook like a timepiece on its side

What’s that called again?

drifting, falling sand in a time thingy?

It doesn’t matter. Words don’t matter.

In the mornings, I’ve watched the birds

I hear their screeches calls pitches as if nothing’s changed.

I watch

I wait

It is not forever in a moment

It is only shifting sand. I lose words.

Loose words.

Words take their own meandering path.

Words, at a loss.

Picked up by birds

Flying where?

I will watch

Wait

Shifting, falling sand in an hourglass.

Oh, Thank God! That’s the word – hourglass.

I thought I’d lost it.

Shifted, shook untimed time in an hourglass beyond the sun when the dawn or dusk swoops like sand

falls

drifts

drops

done

timeless time in a moment. Now.

Coloring and sleeping. Restoring and replenishing.
Walking. Watching. Waiting. Travels with Charlie.

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