My hands no longer
hold the grains of sand,
nor the rays of sunlight
which now slip
between the crevices.
Mimic a sieve -
though there is nothing
left behind to catch and treasure
except for a few shards of glass
in the sand
through which the sun’s rays
reflect a prism…
some consolation.
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My Hands
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My Hands
Posted in My Hands, tagged aging, Hands, introspection, poems, poetry, poets, prism, sand, sun, sunlight, writing on July 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
My hands no longer
hold the grains of sand,
nor the rays of sunlight
which now slip
between the crevices.
Mimic a sieve
though there is nothing
left behind to catch and treasure
except for a few shards of glass
in the sand
through which the sun’s rays
reflect a prism…
some consolation.
Ray Brown
