Time is liquid here.

My feet are lead, anchoring me into the sand.

My time slips through my fingers like mercury.

The shore is a frenzied pool
of past echoes mixing with future memories
crashing, colliding, forming,
breaking down again.

I check my watch.
The heat of God’s watchful gaze
melts it into the shape of my hand.

I’ve had my time.

I try to tuck it back into my pocket,
but it falls clean through,
swallowed by the sand.

Like a magnet, I fall to the ground,
clawing through the beach.

The harder I dig,
the further my time slithers away

My feet are drying out,
breaking down into grain.

God’s breath carries
my eroding body over the beach.

My hands lost to time,
my legs scattered in the wind,
I lay my head in the sand.

His gentle warmth swallows me whole,
melting me down
returning me to the Earth

Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.