Hourglass

We are two glasses rolling,
and gushing each other with sand:

Sands in the winds,
the sands,
the critter and the creator of time,
ground from rocks
pouring in and out of everything:
mountains,
bones, towns and perpetuity.

Eternity is a second,
a single graph endlessly repeating
like loops enchaining eternity,
endless circles of …, hours, days,…
a constant running of sands
in the very space between two glass jars
as diminutive as now,
as laden
as endless sandbanks.