The Translucent Shell

The translucent shell
I fill
overflows and yet
I share it
sparingly—why not
pass the cup
meant for me alone?

Time runs
in rivulets
down bare granite cliffs,
I need only
lift a hand
to catch
a silver sip,
but so much I let sink
in the sand.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.