HOURGLASS – 2006
Time’s wisdom lies serenely with silence:
for if the glistening grains of sand
borne of whole shells torn asunder
told of their agony
at being strewn across blue continents
by the callous fingers of froth
which curl cruelty
through the peace of white beaches
there would be all too real reason
to question its methods
and doubt the bounty of nature.
C.J. Birch