Time Stonewalling Rhyme Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

One sits beside the sea to see each sandy grain was rock
which once stood out without a doubt, and proudly thought to block
sun, wind and rain - soon Time would [st]rain and slowly infiltrate
the nooks and crannies summer heat expanded at a rate
which seemed so slow, years ebb and flow, when measured by the clock
whose hands crept fast as seasons passed relentlessly, tick-tock...

One sits on stony s[tr]and at hand, to silently take stock
of passing time which in this rhyme stands out and, with a shock,
one asks oneself how fame or gain can matter for their weight
is blown away within a day by the high tide of Fate.
Withstand, eternity on hand, Time's trials where age could lock
till aeons' end would see change strange blend matter, mind, man mock.

Beneath sun, moon, by dune lagoonn one muses on time-lock,
life's pages turned, millenia burned, churned evolution's croc
to lizard turns, and then returns from down-sized newt to great
Terminonaris - terminus till Nature's genes inflate
all that on earth, in sadness, mirth, fills food chain chockablock:
one can't care, dare, to linger there till new big bang will knock!
Final eight lines added 24 February 2012

(14 January 2007)