Alluvial deposits of soil left in the wake of torrential downpours overlay prairie drainage arteries with elegant masterpieces of sand suspended in time. All that remains of turbulent watercourses are silent swashes of sand grains. Each grain is unique, yet rarely noticed by denizens of its high plains neighborhood. Each grain is unremarkable until a significant, essence-altering event rips it out of its mundane existence. It tumbles about in a familiar, ephemeral liquid suspension of kindred particles. Every collision, graze, rub, or nudge alters its destiny. The grain of sand becomes an essential smithereen of footprints on the sands of time. I am a grain of sand.
© Ilija Lukić 2013
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