Annie's Poetry

The hourglass
is constantly turning
its dance a slow waltz
a measured step
in the endless ballroom
of existence
I am drawn to the call
of the sand
entranced
by its whispering
and in the mirror
I twirl and glide
in an effort to emulate
it’s movement
when I stumble I rise
always in time
with the rhythm
now breathless and broken
I can no longer endure
as the sand buries me alive
and uncovers me
over and over again
© Ann Bagnall