Thursday Verse No. 5: A Grain of Sand

  We spend much of our lives searching for signs that we hold a place in the grand scheme of things.

  But if, for a moment, we paused, and truly listened, we might hear the quiet whispers of the universe: in the brush of wind against your skin, in the steady pull of the tides, in the quiet persistence of waves meeting the shore. 

  It is in these moments, that we realize that it doesn’t matter whether we are great or small. The universe isn’t concerned with scale. There is only the experience, and the unexpected peace that comes when we stop measuring our place in it, and simply let ourselves be. 

  And perhaps, that’s where this poem begins...


A Grain of Sand


What draws me towards you?

Is it your wingman breeze

teasing my aimless feet,

in your direction?

Is it the sight of you awaiting my arrival,

laying infinity as carpet on your vast aisle,

for my sore sole?

Is it hearing your fondness grow stronger 

into crashing laughters,

at the glimpse of me?

Is it your wavy touch,

tickling, dousing my parched existence,

like a lover's impatient arms racing to embrace his beloved?

Or, Is it your collection of conches, 

holding the enchanting echoes of sirens,

lulling my chaotic mind?


What draws me towards you?

Is it the verity

that all your affinity 

are directed not towards me?

Is it the vapours of lingering souls 

divulging my invisibility,

whispering that I’m Nobody,

a grain of sand in infinity?


What draws me towards you?

Whatever it may be, 

It is the unburdening, 

that liquefies me into peace.


- Mercy Rebonica

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