Closed eyes
sensing the Sun,
light thunder of waves meeting shore,
salt of the sea and north wind
easing my forehead.
I sit amongst
dead seaweed, uninhabited shells
and pebbles from ice age no less -
in itself an excellent place
to tell the world right good bye
a handful of sand
as the hourglass
disappears quietly -
I open my eyes and see
my hand
still with grit
caught by moisture and wrinkles.
The time is not yet, it seems
still tasks to perform
so I turn the hourglass
and give it another chance 
at fornemme solen,
brændingens lette torden
havets salt og den lindrende nordlige vind
lindrinde over panden.
Sidde her blandt
dødt tang, ubeboede skaller og
småsten fra istiden -
i for sig et udmærket sted
at sige verden ret farvel
en håndfuld sand
som timeglasset
det forsvinder stille og roligt
væk er sandet -
jeg åbner øjet og ser
hånden
stadig med sandskorn
fanget af fugt og rynker.
Tiden vist ikke inde endnu
stadig opgaver at varetage
så jeg vender timeglasset
og giver det endnu en chance
Nice to read you again, Ashi
Have been here always…though not commenting
wishes,
devika
Thanks Devika very reassuring – I have not and will not post very much, cause of other things going, but I will try to keep the pot at simmer level if possible
yeah, thats what it is
wishes,
devika
As always, Jens! _m