THREE MINUTE POEM

Go! says the timer

Its yellow grains of sand

Sifting through the little

Waist of the plastic cylinder

And I know I have to think

Fast, each moment counts

For something, so I consider

How the air feels around me

What the room feels like

As the sand cascades into

The lower container, the top

One perilous and frightening

Just like the bigger one in Oz

When Dorothy knows her life

Will soon be over