Grains of Sand                       By Joan Pond The sound of thunder, and I’ll stand, transfixed, 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. That moment, would never be repeated; only recalled when rings of water infinitely expand on the surface of a lake. Grains of Sand Copyrighted © 1998 by Joan Pond, All rights reserved Contact Joan at boodles1@aol.com Joan Pond Archive| Artvilla|