86,400 Poem by Thomas Plotz

86,400 grains of sand
Blowing around before they land
What is that number to you?
Well it is, the hew of you, you see

The cue to your day,
For your day wouldn’t be,
Without 86,400 of theses
Lining up one by one
Marching in a row
Adding one as they go

Till your day is filled to the brim
For your able to play with them
The way you please
While you sing your hymn this day

Then, poured out – as it descends into the ground
For we are one day closer to be bound

How did you spend your day today?

Thomas Plotz

86,400

23 AUG 2015