Sands of Time

Poem for the never-ending poem

Photo by Kunj Parekh on Unsplash

I am here
I was here
I will be here until
The end, if ever there will be one since
I cannot remember when I began, maybe I
Have never even started because I run through
Countless hands, which cannot hold me since I
Flow unstoppable and fluid and encounter no stony
Obstacle on my course
Unswervingly
Indifferent
Scorched
I give rise to the dry
Streams and ripples that make up stories…