Canvas
I could be air, sculpting shapes in the sand as I pass
The grains shift and collapse, their movement almost inaudible
Just a shimmer
I drift with the sand, leaving no trace behind me, except my temporary print
It won’t last long, it too will pass,
Becoming another print, another shape, a result of another
All of separate, yet all of us familiar
Passing from one to another, creating the shapes we leave behind us
All the grains, becoming one,
Stretching out into our canvas.
The grains shift and collapse, their movement almost inaudible
Just a shimmer
I drift with the sand, leaving no trace behind me, except my temporary print
It won’t last long, it too will pass,
Becoming another print, another shape, a result of another
All of separate, yet all of us familiar
Passing from one to another, creating the shapes we leave behind us
All the grains, becoming one,
Stretching out into our canvas.