I am a grain of sand
of earths gone by and rising new.
I'm sand.
I am the dew drop on a leaf,
the bull's-eye in the storm.
I am the billowing clouds adrift,
the rose's petal, stem and thorn.
I am the shepherd's flute and song,
the cowbell's clangy dance,
warm, whispy breath of lovers' kisses,
I am the poem's every stance.
I am the tunnel through the earth,
the arrow through the stone.
I am the winds that blow unseen
yet shake the trees and make them groan.
I am the dreamer's fantasies,
desires, fears and laughter.
I have a name and have no name.
Now is before and after.
Of all the legends never told,
in eons to be born,
I am birdfish and animal-man,
man, woman, child
and unicorn.
Creator
of my dreams,
my days, nights, seasons;
creator and created I am,
yet always ask for reasons.
The answers come from everywhere.
I think I understand.
When I focus on a grain of sand
I'm sand.
Ute Kaboolian