Grains of Sand
By Joan PondThe sound of thunder,
and I’ll stand,
recalling a day with no boats on a lake,
only bull-heads darted toward the underpinnings of a dock
and concentric rings of water infinitely expanding.
I shouldn’t have taken him for granted
but savoured each moment,
holding them as grains of sand
not letting them slip to shore.
would never be repeated;
only recalled when rings of water
on the surface
of a lake.
Grains of Sand Copyrighted © 1998 by Joan Pond,
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