Magdalena

14

Hourglass

The hourglass flips
And we’re in the sand

Heat scorching our backs
Salt licking our ankles

Bright sun glares down at us
Glittering through the glass

We slide away with the time
Not bothering to count

Ticks marked by laughs
And smacks of flip-flops
Unheard

We stall
Lounging in the center

Laying in wait
Cracking our necks

Pretending that we’re not wishing
To get on with things

And suddenly the last grain has moved
We’re spiraling downwards

A waterfall of nerves
And all of the things we’d thought we do

The bottom is approaching
Far too fast

And we grip, desperately
To this one

Hopeful

Disintegrating

Grain of summer