I collect memories like
Grains of sand in my braids

Silken tides usher in new eras
As old ones fall in piles on my floor
Here an epoch, there an age
Unity in treasured obsolescence

Mausoleum of the time I under-loved
It lingers in my bedsheets
Burying the wooden floors
I track through, leaving mislaid
Heartbreaks, scattered days
In castle shapes
They wait

And with the winds of change
The desert flies into my face,
My eyes;
And salt springs forth
It greets the grains again
The ones I thought were boulders
Half a thousand years ago.