Anything to Last

A poem

Sandcastles in the sands of the glass; as each grain falls a bit of land is lost and plans slip through — each hour ceding so much more than seconds we tick by. We count as gains the time we’ve lived adding up the years, lighting them on fire. Would we celebrate and sing our songs if the counting were reversed. Would we pretend that we could build anything to last.

From Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) and her poetry prompt to start something with “Sandcastles in the sand.” Join in the fun below! The prompt originates from Shan O’Connor’s weekly poetry prompts.