Grain Of Sand

Written by: David Whalen

Inconsequential grain of sand No less a star upon the strand Than nebulae, in the Heavens grand Tossed about by waves and tides No different than a comets ride Small in scale, yet traveled well Smoothed and formed on every side By Heavens hand and Neptune’s whim And doomed to salty universe to swim Polished bright as nova’s light This grain of sand…once dim Tiny grains of polished sand Jupiter worlds of size so grand Both afloat in worlds remote Both formed by cosmic hand Alien worlds, stardust keeps Briny climes, darkest deeps Both the same…just different names Of stone that neither dreams nor sleeps But roam about their different worlds Bejeweled with stars and milky pearls One in skies and Heavens grand The other in tidal pools and swirls But each of import, no more or less Grander Than… an inconsequential …Grain of sand…