POETRY

The Hourglass

Lost hope of reconciliation

Image by alberto agostini from Pixabay

hope of reconciliation
sifts like sand
filtering down
through the narrow waist
of an hourglass

each grain a thought
a feeling
a notion

all of these dreams
squeezing one by one
through that tight passage

because only when the sand
has completed its journey
will wrongs be forgiven
bridges crossed
and fences mended

only then
will reconciliation
be granted

but just before the last grains fall
the hand of hate reaches down
with a swift motion
turning the hourglass over

reconciliation denied

but then
hope starts trickling down again
keeping a steady pace
grain after grain after grain