You count the seconds
I try to count your grains
Impossible
You are infinite
Except you aren’t really
You will eventually run out
In the meanwhile, I’m mesmerized by your panicked sand
Tumbling frantically
In a hopeless, helpless race against the inevitable
Oh how long I could stare at you
An entrancing distraction, that’s what you are!
Until your last granule falls into the abyss below
Time’s up!
Shall we start again?
Once more I’ll turn you upside ‘round
And watch you work in silence
An old-world instrument that measures moments in time
You are captivating and alluring,
Mr. Hour Glass of mine
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Ryan Burkey
A native of the PNW, Ryan is a political analyst by day and a writer, song-writer and musician by night. He writes about nature, faith, relationships, and social commentary. He enjoys traveling, coffee shop vibes, food, and comedy.
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“Silence is not the absence of something but the presence of everything . . . It is the presence of time, undisturbed. It can be felt within the chest. Silence nurtures our nature, our human nature, and lets us know who we are. Left with a more receptive mind and a more attuned ear, we become better listeners not only to nature but to each other. Silence can be carried like embers from a fire. Silence can be found, and silence can find you. Silence can be lost and also recovered. But silence cannot be imagined, although most people think so. To experience the soul-swelling wonder of silence, you must hear it.”― Gordon Hempton
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