Gathering Sand

When oneĀ  tries to tie sand with a rope
One accomplishes little.
Save, perhaps, the gathering of a few particles
That cling desperately to the rough stray fibers.


When one gently scoops the sand,
Bringing two hands together,
Lifting and holding calmly, carefully;
Very few grains are lost.


By Nicole Bates

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