The Sandman

By Kavya Venkateshwaran

Your hands made of its finest grains,

Crumbling as you extend them,

Your feet, sinking every time,

As you take a step through solid ground,

Your mind, once remnants of a stone,

Now easily washed by the flowing waters,

You – the Sandman,

As insignificant as a single grain of you…

By Kavya Venkateshwaran