time is the measure equal to none

running out, passing by, catching up
fixed, moving, marked
captured is what i am
an hourglass containing
many grains slipping
through various fingers

closing eyes
counting to ten
time hides and seeks
and always finds
the crack in the armour
the chink in the chain

The sound of the sea

the roar drowns out all other sound
coming from fathoms away towards shore
i am fishing today for what was lost
generations before