Beans

Moments and days stream.
Time slipping through, my fingers
plunged into dry grains.






Have you ever been at a place that sets out dry beans, coffee or barley sort of thing, on the table? A couple of places here do, and I cannot keep my hands out of them. As I once loved bowls of pennies, or sand in the sandbox, or rice. Any large amount of small coherent things that are smooth and dry and move around each other. I've always been a very tactile person, and this is a powerful lure. More than fabric, more than large, waxy leaves, more than lustrous hair.