Grain of Sand
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…
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2013
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