A Grain of Sand

trodden by passers-by
off the shore, you lie
one in a million
– dusty particulate

what’s there to discern?
intangible arguments of
time and infinity;
a revolutionary junta
where deceit is
bird’s claw

Sand Dunes

Note: I blame it on April; the tone of the speaker, I mean. I’m sure you’re aware of April month’s dispositions. Anyway, I’m linking this piece to Midweek Motif at Poets United. To read different takes on this prompt, please visit the link.