Sand

Dan Jira - 9/8/2016

Three weeks ago,

I picked you up,

My handful of sand.

And like a delighted child,

I brought it everywhere,

Showing off

My handful of sand.

For the two weeks,

We were together,

We knew from the beginning,

That it would never last.

But I never thought

That it would be so soon.

I carried it around

For as long as I could,

Until I brought it to the water,

And the currents washed away

My handful of sand.

When the long weekend ended,

And I saw you again,

I smiled,

But you didn’t look at me

Like you did the weeks before.

And when I brought it up,

The river of life had caught up,

Between prior commitments,

Classes and their work,

It had washed you away too.

And just like when I was a child,

I wade in the river,

Kneeling, and searching

For my handful of sand.