One Single Impression: Place

Grooves in the sand
Cross the dunes,
Stretch and fade and fan
Into the waves
That groove the mud
Until the breakers roll
Into  shrugs and turn
To return
And return again.
These patterns that measure time
Draw over and over again
A picture of that first breath
And the second
That shaped heaven and earth.

In every second
Every breath
Every beat
Of your heart (and mine)
The universe draws a picture
And the story is new.

Know your place.
Know your time.
Know the story.

One Single Impression