As part of the local adaptation, Helen Zoellner, the City of Hamilton’s public affairs manager, wrote a poem inspired by the installation and its themes.
When the Last Grain Falls — displayed next to the sculpture and published here — adds an additional layer of reflection and ties the piece more deeply to Bermuda’s identity.
When the Last Grain Falls
Grains upon these island shores,
suspended between land and sea,
held in the hands of the wind and waves,
falling, shifting, shaping are we.
Pink as the dawn, soft as the swell,
we slip, we shift, we rise, we fall.
The waves may claim, the winds may call,
yet still, we endure, through it all.
We shape the land, we chart the deep,
but time moves on; it does not sleep.
No voice can call it, no hands can stay,
no force can hold its course at bay.
Yet here, for a breath, the tide is still,
the turning sands bend to your will.
Spin the glass, let moments flow,
pause, reflect, then let them go.
But when the last grain falls,
when your hour on Earth is done,
may you not have wasted,
a single one.
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