The Water, The Oil, The Travel

i am but the
grain of sand
that glows to the glory
of a sunrise and
warms at the promise of
quiet sunsets.

i am but the
drop of water
that mingles and frolicks,
always praying, always knowing
that the day
of Re-joining shall
come.

i am but the
speck of time
caught loosely in
colosal space,
slipping, morphing
(still sturdy)
in the
wilderness of
change.

i was but the
breath of life
living too much,
feeling too little -
knowing too quickly,
and
acting just right.