Time Piece

 

I exist

In this instant

 

The time is now

There’s only so much time

Where did the time go

Time goes by

Quickly now

Shifts to then

 

There was this time

In this one hour

When I felt real

 

Three blind mice

Running behind

Didn’t get there on time

Up the clock each day

Wasting hours away

 

Forget to set the clock

All the time in the world

Forget to flip the switch

Turn back the day

Hold on tonight

 

And that is time

 

Time is up

One last time

Parting frozen moment

Seconds tick so loud

When the alarm sounds

 

I hear a heart beat

My time peace

 

LT

Looking Back

Girl Type Thing

I’ve been thinking a lot this week about those quizzes they put in teen magazines:  “What Type of [ girlfriend, flirt, kisser, whatever] Are You?”  Like everyone can be so neatly categorized into five types.  And why do we need those labels, anyway?  Even as adults, we still seek them out, looking for kindreds.  Yes, I’m artsy.  Yes, I’m an introvert.  I’m a vegetarian, but not a vegan.  I say I’m a nerd, but I’ve never seen Star Wars.  I like Manic Pixie Dream Girls, but really I’m way too responsible to be one of those.  And, speaking of responsible, am I an adult?  At what point do I need to stop reading YA and start wearing clothes from somewhere other than the Junior’s section?

It’s this kind of thinking that really limits us.  What Type of Girl Am I?  None of the above.

Strata

Our lives are made of strata
One year rests on top of the other