Sand Art

Empty.

Hollow.

Waiting for meaning to follow,

But sometimes there’s nothing to see

How do I collect all the sands of the past

When it’s a whole beach I walk on

One that can swallow me whole

As I kneel in the quicksand

Trying to collect it in a million glass bottles

Coloring each scoop of sand with man made meaning

Attempting art from paltry particles of stone