Lying on the pillow of grains beneath my sun kissed skin

An endless blue sky

Blanketing the horizon

I reach beside me to gather a handful of sand

The rough particles flow from my smooth palm

Catching the nearby breeze blowing off the ocean

Each speck falls and leaves my grasp

Reminiscent of our existence

Things, people, places are on the move

At no less than lightning speed

The world turns

Things change

Every moment of this existence is in and out of our grasp

Our hands can only hold so much sand

Before some of it is lost

Sometimes for forever

We think we have control

But a human grasp is limited

Only some sand will remain

As most is stolen right from our touch

But the sand stuck on my fingers

Is something that will remain forever