Friday Poetry 8.30.13

Sometimes you are the paper
Sometimes you are the sand
Sometimes you’re being prepared
Sometimes it’s where you land

Sometimes it ain’t just sometimes
And you’re a little stuck
Metamorphose butterfly
Or be a moth – if you want

You’re gonna grow on anyway
You’re gonna go from here
Time don’t stop for no one
Not even you my dear

Sometimes you’re in the desert
Sometimes you’re in the sea
Sometimes you are flying
Busy little bee

You can go to the South Pole
And touch it on the tip
So you can say the world revolved around you
For just a little bit

But mostly you can forgive yourself
Give up being in control
Sometimes you have to bow your head
Admit you’re wrong and let go

Sometimes you are the paper
Sometimes you are the sand
Sometimes you’re being prepared
Sometimes it’s where you land

Borrego Springs, CA August 2013

Yours Truly, Summer 2011 © Tiffany Monique