Sitting on the bank

I've been told I think too much. If you don't think so, perhaps you think too much to!

I sit by the river.

With sieve in hand, I search the sands

looking for the sparkling moments,

and the ones which were dark.

I wonder what they all mean

and if their importance is

only in the grainy memories

of those who partook.

I sit and listen while

My sculptures of sand that may or may not

have any relationship with the actual events,

laugh,

and some cry.

Was it evolution that gave us this need

for meaning?

Some day,

it will all be just sand again.

Reviews

[de_maruf]

nice

[Talal Hussain]

Such a thought provoking write...very well written :-)