Sandtime

Sand caught
In the wind
Rips skin from bone
Grinds rocks
To symmetrical,
Smooth stone.

Sand suspended
In the wave crashes,
Collects in ripples
On the bars,natural
Fingerprints in time.

Sand caught
In a jar
Sifts through
Time that holds us
All suspended
Like butterflies
On a gentle
Summer breeze
Free and fragile
On the current
Of the moment.

Sands of Time
A cliche to rip
Skin from bone
Grind rock to stone
Pattern out meagre
Existences
Fragile and full of fear
Caught in the current
Of the moment,
Mere skin and bone.

David Fraser likes to balance his life among a variety of activities in the areas of writing, education and sports. When he is not formally working as an educator, he is either writing and researching or involved in one of the following sports: alpine skiing, ski teaching as a full time professional ski instructor at Mt. Washington, BC http://www.mtwashington.bc.ca/winter/default.cfm , windsurfing, tennis, golf, cycling, hiking. In addition he likes to garden, listen to the blues, and search for his way through Taoism. He has built his second water garden which has become his new daily sanctuary. His is learning and refining his Spanish fluency and will travel back to Central and South America in the near future. He lives among the flora and fauna of the British Columbia West Coast.

Email: David Fraser

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