Permissionem

To give

As the sand clock

Reminds you

Of the shore

Where you left

The promise

To never

Return

    To receive

    As the sand clock

    Gets half full

    And you know

    That the next half

    Runs faster

    Thru the memory

    Of what you were

    Allowed

    In permission

          To hold

          The sand clock

          With fingers that ache

          But not rotate it

          Rather watch 
          The sand 
          Run

          Like the wind in your hair

          When on that shore

          You once thought

          Time was just a word

               And then

               To take your shoulder as back as

               It can go

               And throw the sand clock

               Against the memory

               Of the mossy rocks

               That kept returning waves

               From reaching the shore

July 30, 2019

©Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2019