On sand, briefly
“We are not defined by circumstances, but by the way we treat those.”
One friend has her birthday today.
Another one’s father died only hours ago.
Somewhere a child is born.
Elsewhere a mother curses guns.
Here, in my garden, a butterfly is just coming out of its cocoon,
but there is also a place where caterpillars remain caterpillars,
and I wonder,
when will we learn that there is a reason why time is sand
and that the difference between the sand of the castles wiped out by the ocean
and the sand damming floods
is just the sack in which the latter is stashed?
© 2015 Liliana Negoi