What is the difference between sand and water
When both fall through your fingers
One palm wet and one hand dry
One palm slick, the other brittle
When gray light washes down from the mountain
Like one hundred years of repetition
And the water rushes over the world filling
Every gap and crack and basement
The sky remembers what fell from it
The ground looks up from under a glaze
Of surf, reaches, and writes a message
Back, erasing yesterday.
