~ Sand ~
I built my mind on a bed of sand
It shifts when the wind blows
Scattering grains across my cerebellum.
Was my thought always there?
Or had it been a few steps over?
I can’t remember
The sand gives no sign.
The mirrors bend in their frames
Warping my reflection
Who’s on the other side?
Grains sift through cracks in the wall
Each piece a boulder
Depending on perspective
Who’s to say mine is more relevant than the ant’s?
I gather my thoughts
Organizing, smoothing, straightening
And wait for the sand to settle.