Fits and Starts (part two)

I too evolve in fits and starts
When shifting sand below my feet
Swallows me and spits me out
Willing, I grind grit between my teeth

Annoyed and agitated yes
The stuff that sticks and stabs
Might be the harbinger of new
Movement that shoves me off my ass

Then sometimes I stay still and sit
Sinking peaceful to the depths
Wallow blissed in dark a bit
Until all that’s left is barely breath

I evolve in fits and starts
My meditation too
I’m glad of it, play in the sand
While this hourglass runs through

— A.R.

Hourglass Paradox by ForestFaerieQuean,

~ by April on January 24, 2014.

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