A River Through the Wind
A River Through the Wind
Time is of the essence,
so quickly it moves,
the sands run like a river
through the wind,
a distant memory recalled,
replaced by a new moment
precious and few,
lest we forget to pause
a second to take a breath.
Breathe, take in the day’s light,
carry with you the spirit of night,
know that you won’t see
that moment again,
for in its passing it’s gone
like the sands running
like a river through the wind.
Photos crinkled at the edges,
ancient cards used to remind us
of a time when, an instant
that happened so quickly
but captivated
on a piece of paper
for us to have the chance
to walk through that day again.
Exhale, but with care,
for each moment lost
is a moment replaced
only if you take the time to seek
the essence of the moment itself.
Fragile particles of sand,
running like a river
through the wind,
the time glass if cracked
will remember no more.
© Kristy Tallman – September 2008
