The Hourglass

Written by Yusra Ali from London, United Kingdom

Life. Death.

The smallest space and the

largest expanse of sand.

Impermeable rubble- its shattered

edges in my hand.

Leaking and flowing

the smallest space to do nothing.

Loneliness,

Selfishness,

in the pursuit of longevity.

Last Tuesday’s orange with a mix of green

American Chai- the tea of

soulless glass on the other

side of the phone,

screaming alone, alone

alone.

A bright orange dot

meandering with

nowhere to go.

Life. Death.

The smallest space to do nothing- an

existence alone

blue energy- fortified, magnetic

and unremarkable.

Exercising its restraint

the smallest space and the

largest expanse of sand.

Fragile rubble, with its

impermanence in my hand.

Dust: the ascension of life and human

ancestry

always leading me down.

Time, roots, leaves

all irrelevant things.

The smallest space to do nothing- an

existence alone.

God owes you nothing.

Life. Death.