Sands of Time

standing here beneath the towering pines
amongst the sandy soil of eastern caroline
my toes making connection with trunks
containing the copious ancestral junk

needles and cones beyond my hands
promises a continuation of family land
sensory data to be ignored, realistic lives
empirical evidence and philosophical jive

sitting in the kitchen nexus, information flows
love light passed through generational glow
repetition of familial patterns in all our plans
familiarities identifying members of our clan

movements coordinated with the sun’s dawns
everyone rubs the Sandman out their yawn
energy amplified geometrically, a hive of bees
searching, finding, surviving, thriving around me.