A man once told me that to move a grain of sand was to change the world.

So I went to the shore and procured my grain

A truly tiny thing
Yet packed with promise
Clutching it tightly to my breast

I sped,
In search of

Far
and her companion
Away

Fully exploring the depths
of
Hither
and
Thither

Those dark nights attempted
To set my will
A wither

But

I would look upon my tiny grain
Its edges rounded
Recording the
miles long forgotten

Then, with determination
Like a grain
Of sand
I set out anew.

Lured by a promise of arriving
On some distant shore
And laying my grain to rest
Where the sun sets

Nevermore