The Sand

They took sand in their hands
To let it run grain dry
And dusty to the unthered ground as
From a blanket burdened sky
There came the wind to snatch it
From their grasp. They saw it fly
Before them and they walked
Upon the motes that fell
Beneath their heels; thus crtished
To new white form and well
Destroyed, the single shapes released
The multi-common spell
That for a moment had been theirs.
So the men passed on while the sand forgot
The life it once had shared.

—F. L. Curtin.