From breath to life...

Loose as the sand, 

Life flows from my grip.

Seeping through the crevices, 

Percolating into grooves.

As I lay basking, numb under its coarse grains,

I feel it playing hide and seek, 

Oozing from my every pore.

Just when the out pour overwhelms me, 

And I strive to escape the rigmarole,

The hour glass is suddenly turned, 

And in flows the sand again.

Filling me with life, 

Bit by bit, grain by grain.