Sand

Hourglass shape I wait

As we all do

There are many ways to count time

But none so vicious and visual, relentless as this

Grains of sand act as both solid and liquid

And something in between

Consistent, they find the tiny gap

And they do it the same

Every time

They are blind eyes

cold and calculating

a single equation 

A family that loses a single member

Each moment

Only to be reunited in the afterlife

The glass contains them

But it also separates them

My  wants are not a part 

Of their binary universe

To them there is only

Before....and after

In my world there is a nightmare

Of decisions in every moment

Everything I had planned

Before the sand runs out

The hourglass is unaware of my plight

Disinterested in the flurry with which 

I misuse my final moments

Cold and heartless

it allows sand to fall

Forces me to watch

To estimate

To admit

To surrender

Time has not run out

MY time has run out

No flipping of the glass will rewind

It is a col, still representation of my failure

Failure that was set in motion

Like the hourglass

when I dared to try

To put dream into action

And though I started

With every belief

I stare at the hourglass

I stare at the sand

Still as the desert night

Myself caught between two perfect moments

I can never unite

Is there a word for the opposite of serendipity

If so it shall become my name

As I stare and decide

Which perfect moment to enter

And which to leave behind

Certainly, the sand has proven

There cannot be both

In this simplicity of

Two basic truths

My egg, soft boiled

My toast, not yet brown