Sarah Larkin (Née  Fordham)

'The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, 

the clearer we should see through it' ...

and the grains contain the fragments of all I was

and the grains enfold the vision of what I will become

only now is the slipping through the tiny space

only now is the heady rush of the cascading descent

soon to come the fullness of the end

soon to come the containment of the whole

then no more escape

then no more the falling falling sand

in the finishing only clarity

in the finishing only sight

©  Sarah Larkin