Silly little hourglass

Each grain of sand is like a millisecond
Passing from one side to the next
Like the river that flows between
the lover's bossom,
The Nile tearing apart Sudan
and the Ethiopian children
Who starve despite
The fertility of their basins
Despite the constant nutrients
That flow from this tiny grain of sand
To that immense desert on the bottom
Of the glass that tells me my life
Is merely waiting for the grains
to finally run out and all time
to stop
to fall
to fail
to cease
to run out.

But here I am staring at this silly hourglass
Waiting for the moment when the grains
mean something more than what I'm waiting for
Waiting for someone to flip it upside down
And turn all those shattered dreams
Into something of this realm of realities
Because if I could go back
I could repair the mistakes
I have made and realize
That I am something more
Than
these
tiny
grains
of
falling
s
a
n
d
.
.
.
.
.

Something more than a silly hourglass
Which assumes I will bend to its tiny fate
That I will perish when it runs out
and contain a life like this within its tiny bounds
That I will sit around and wait
just to see if all this is true

I'm more than a
silly
insignificant
hourglass
I am more than a
ticking
time
bomb
I am more
than
this
More than the grain of sand
But less than a desert

I
fall
some-
where
in
between