A Grain of Sand
written by: Alan Brayne
So little rain this year
and the green is late, but
hold your breath, be silent,
it will come:
tapping its elfin rhythm
on its drum.
A telescope, a microscope,
might shine a probing
light onto our world
and claim to see more true:
but these trees will soon be budding
under blue.
And later flowers will spread
their dizzy colours
with a flutter and a tinkling
fey as wind chimes,
and we’ll wonder at a world
in which the years rhyme.
Yet even here one day
the drum will stop, on this
earth which seems eternal,
timeless, grand:
but from the sky is nothing more
than a grain of sand.
A retired teacher and lecturer from England now living in Malta. Recently self- published a book of poems, fiction and essays, Digging for Water. The author of three novels set in Indonesia: Jakarta Shadows, Kuta Bubbles, and Lombok Flames. Interests include art, film noir, the I Ching, philosophy, walking. Just recovered from working out how to set up his website.
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