Hourglass

A Poem by MeringueMayar

Loss

With a tap on the hourglass
the sands flowed through the brass
thus the events came to pass

Loud yawn and a quite morning
Race for the first bidding
Cool water on skin, waking

The sharp clatter of cutlery
The familiar laughter and gluttony
Last night's dream fresh in memory
The strong aroma of morning coffee
Arguing over the laundry
Closed windows, the wind blustery
Sleepy, tired, unwilling but happy

A short cheerful farewell
An expected teasing gust
The hustle and bustle and noise
Eventually being late as well
An expected scold, but just
Bland day, playing imaginary toys
The silent stares, the usual yell

Collapsing on the sofa, at last
Late afternoon, didn't arrive too fast
An ocean to sail without a mast

Rattle of metal against wood
The soft creak not misunderstood
An energy surge and a warm hug
A summarizing chat on a juice jug

The day gradually faded
the piles of work depleted
both finally done and finished
but inevitably set to be renewed

Every meaningful sand grain
Every meaningless sand grain
All special as they drain
Through the hourglass without refrain
Until the last one passed the lane

No yawns, a quite morning
Slumping towards the first bidding
Cold water, warm water, ineffective

One single set of cutlery
The birds chirping on the shrubbery
The stink of yesterday's ignorance
Last night's dream was a memory

With no words uttered, stepping outside
Sun's tingling tender rays denied
The hustle and bustle and noise
Late, early, punctual; at least tried
A patronizing lecture, pitifully eyed
It will pass, they all lied

Succumbing on the cold floor
Morning, afternoon, night?
Desperation triggers a false expectation
The dark thickened without light
Staring down into the bottom of a bottle

Curse the hourglass and the hourglassist
The monotonous flow of the sands
Ended for one of the hourglasses
Without scathing its glands
While it still streams in the other
In a shattered mess of glasses