A GRAIN OF SAND


I always wanted to fly
Into a nebula red and gaseous
To see the birth of new stars
The universe in its beginnings

Still the night sky holds my
Imagination
The stories of my youth
Ring true for the future

This is the time to be alive
Everyday is learning
New discoveries
Old questions enter into new questions

A never ending cycle
Man is at the doorstep
To what is open
To all the dreams we have

Nothing seems impossible
From a man on the Moon
To finding new planets
Then understanding self

The oldest question of all
Who are we
We are all that is
And a grain of sand

The sun rises and sets
The mountains rise higher
And the rain washes them away
Rivers twist and flow

Nothing remains the same
A song on the radio
Means brings on one memory today
And another tomorrow

Technology changes the world
Our views are not stagnant
We are in flux
We age and are reborn each morning


Michael V Hechtman