One Among Equals

One over many

I don’t know how to tell him.
I don’t know persuasion.
I know that he is making
A terrible, mistaken
Choice.
The choices are plenty,
The hourglasses many
But they can’t all be turned
With two hands, plainly, simply.
The sand runs out of them all
And then there’s nobody left
To turn them the other way.
To see beauty, to have felt
Each grain of sand like it were
An eternity,
Choose one hourglass — any one
At a time, and see, just see
The dust rise up in its curves,
The wind shake nothing within.
Move on if you must, only
If you must, and then
Watch another for a while.
But remember, you will have
Lost sight of which grains remain
And which have fallen
In the one you left behind.
Choose your time, choose it wise
Many, and they’ll crack with lies.
To dust and from dust. Life lives
In the wind that blows it around.

One lives

One’s life.

The Poet fuses my reality and imagination using rhythm and rhyme.

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