From the mountain
the boulder rolls.
From the boulder,
stones fractured
and weathered into
pebbles then sand.
Eons and light years,
a time in passing,
the before and after.
On the beach
awash, the rolling
sea, a grain of sand
and all creation.
This grain of sand
I hold in my hand,
eternity. Ergo, but
a grain of sand I am.
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Chris Hanch 9-29-2023
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