Time
the ocean at the beach
each wave a minute
washing away the last
as if it never existed.

Time
the sand at the beach
each grain of sand a second
countable
but not.
so many are then
and yet to eternity
the sand is but
what fills the pail of the small child building a castle.

Time
is the castle
lovingly build
with each tower carefully molded
drawing on the sign etched
with sticks
and then the
moat dug as deep as can be
disrupting several crabs
to protect the castle

But the castle
no matter how big
how strong,
will face the adversary
it’s
buffeted by the waves
it won’t last
but the building is the thing
the effort is the prize