understanding

enduring
understanding
tick tick tick
love
like the hands of this clock
keep moving
still
and even when they
are not easy to find
they remain
in the woods of my town on the hill
counting down the grains of sand
that slip softly out to sea
changing the landscape
and carving me
out of the grain
that is in this tree
we are born
and light guides us forward
in
enduring
understanding