Sand falls
Glass holds things
Time
Permanent ether
Permanent
One foot in front of the other
Slowly around another sharp edge
Ready
Sharpened appearances
Heavy yet moving calmly
A thought is a ripple
Pebbles below the water
Behind the reflection
What is there is there
Breathe out the thin air
Breathe
As it continues around again
And again
You become a vehicle
Holding dreams
Like a pack rat
Hoarding the possible
Imagine
Hazy Acres 
Your Thoughts