Hold on

The rain slips through my fingers;
and dark soil
and grains of
sand.

It
makes
me wonder
what else could.
The grass and trees?
This bright green land?

This
moment
in this hour
in this summer
in this year?

It
is not
within
my power
to hold time still
and keep them here.

And,
perhaps,
this whole
Earth if we
do not take care.

Then all we’ll have
left in our hands
is our
tears.