She is sand
I do not have enough space humanly possible in my hands to grasp
That entirety she is
Spread across thousands of banks
I pray to be a shoreline
The water, the ocean, which has the pleasure of meeting
Periodically at the beginning or end of the edge she seems to live off of.
Traces of her in hourglasses
I look for time in those eyes.
C. is a 21 year old Haitian writer. You can find her on tumblr.
Photo by Kassandra Piñero. You can find them on instagram.