Cusp

We got a quarter-hour hourglass for Christmas.
It's turned many times a day
for no particular reason.
But then 'just because'
has always been reason enough for us.

Hubby and I like (for some reason)
to 'catch' the last grains falling through
to ....
We miss those last sands
more often than not.

Currently, it is lying
on its side - more down than up.
On the cusp, you see.
Endings, beginnings, or
mere continuings.

Of course, the hand
that sets it upright might place
the more up rather than the less.
We'll probably still miss the final ticks.
No matter.

For they aren't all that important,
after all. We shall continue
ever onward, beginnings notwithstanding.
Assuming nothing shatters the glass
sending shards and grains flying

to fall elsewhere. Time will stall
for no man. The grains will fall
where they may. And we will still laugh--
much as the gods do.
Perhaps more.