Just A Grain Inside The Hourglass Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

I stand one grand of sand
Rushing up and down with others
As we are poured up and down
By the hour that ends one after
Another in these intervals of time.

The world's time goes with me turning
As the glass turns to seat on its base
And I flow with the others as we slide
Past the glass neck, flurting with gravity
Telling the truth to a people that life
Is a force that nobody can stop.
For we have wished for years to be set free
Even if it is by a hurricane that would bury
The house we are in and stop the turns from
Turning it upside down by the hour.

For we do not want people to see
The underbelly of so cute a jar
And flowless yet it roughs us up and down
In ways that make us say 'Shame on you woman
In whose belly we are for not getting old
And letting us rest.

For who can stop an hour glass from doing
Its vocation for life in lifetimes of others
When it is given a task to turn and make
The flow out and flow in, in these bloodless
Daily goings on of the smallest grains of sand.

This hold this thing called time has on us
Is so intangible yet tangible that we fail
To stop the process of us falling for we
Are not falling in love but out while we
Think of a game that goes on and on like
Lovers who are lost in their own game.

Give a break, I cry for I have done this for
Too long for even the word boredom does not
Exist anymore for this work is work only if
It continues and not when you stop and think
For such is not allowed in robotic worlds.

Leave the space between us with air then so
We can breath and let in some moisture that
Can help us cluster and begin to fight this
Thing called being used for why should other
Use us in their illumination of life for we
Are nothing but just dull grains of sand in
An hour glass.

I have to speak for my kind for time is too
Powerful to entertain the thoughts of a part
That is needed to keep it running like the car
Is too powerful to think of a bolt in a tire
Until it revolts by just getting unscrewed and
Cause a huge collapse. Such is not possible for
Nothing holds me to another as yet. This thing
Called power is as elusive to people who are used
To flowing in one direction like water in a river.
Such is the dilemma of being just a grain of sand
Inside this hourglass.