Progress marches on
with the ticking of a clock
and the rushing of blood
and the recharge of rain
and the thaw of the sun

A dune's march
ticks on erratic.
Like rocks rolling downhill,
it picks up it's behind
and places it in front.
When all is obscured it does this
to advance to its destiny
and expansion
due to the winds
self-interested bluster.

I would have
time march on like the rain
recharging my veins
so I could nurture my life
with the greatest of ease
while continuing to contribute
back to the One that
quenches my thirst.

I co-create
in the rushing of blood
to advance my destiny
so I can nurture my life
as well as those I care for
with the greatest of ease.