Grains Of Sand. Poem by Bianca Free

day and night pass
even before i wake.

the babies learn to walk
when i sleep.
they're talking
as i'm consumed in a dream.

these wonders
slipping by
are supposed to
mean something to me,
yet each one dies
within inches of my concern.
it's always nothing
no matter how much
of something i try
to make it seem.

all the time it's cold
and they don't keep me warm.

when i don't understand
they don't clarify a thing.

they're just grains of sand
i surrender to the wind.