As I sit I ponder

With my palms spread in the sand

The beach of splendor, wide and flat

The cusp between the deep and land

As I lie there I ask myself

Where and why and how?

And if it’s this and what if that

And when, if then, or now?

And so I sit and think right there

Of when and why and what and where

I try and cry and yell and bear

But time, so stubborn, disappears

A claw and tear to pull it back

I force the bridge between the past

I pull and tear and wrench and scream

But time, so stubbornly, it leaves

Time so stubbornly, it leaves

Like the rivers, clock ticks flee

Like the leaves on autumn trees

That fall away with slight cold breeze

What’s gone is gone and that is that

I pull and pull to get it back

But when I check my weathered hands

Nothing there between the clasp

The sand of time falls through the cracks

Like my tears from foolish past

And I realize that if I am to last

I must leave to find the grass

And so I leave this beach of sand

To find a healthy, better land

And time itself it takes my hand

And pulls away from what I cannot stand

It helps me balance and sends me away

And heals the scars I made that day

And yet I realize not one thing

I did that day – that horrible day

Changed one thing that happened last

When, Where, And why

On that beach

In the past.