- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
The Time Keeper
I have one job, to stand wasp-waisted with just enough sand granules to trickle down in measured time.
I am here to help you through the period of transition. You have been observed to be in a state of constant deliberation.
You rise and swell then sink to slow finger creep clutching at the shore only to hesitate then allow yourself to be drawn back, blaming it on the moon.
We did not choose to stay, when your white water lace might puddle and befriend a rock, offer shelter,
encounter new species keen to paddle in still waters search for new riches and welcome in new growth.
Time to remind you we are breaking free, you will pool together. Much anger will erupt and release a seismic wave. A wall of water to flood what we knew.