[216] It's Time

Some wander with us

along our life's journey

others—are chapters,

beautiful or not

they come with a beginning,

a middle, and an end,

and purpose in their presence

and you learn, you change, and grow

sometimes it requires sitting,

humbly, open

in empty spaces

waiting for the clearing—

to begin again

sometimes you have to look twice

at all that purposefully appears

in full view or not, understood or not

to be bold and take the next step,

certain or not

…like roots that grow dormant

in the cold, return in the warmth

showing up, as a flower—

appearing like was,

but not

...or like the caterpillar knows

—as it flies off as a butterfly,

beautifully new, with wings—

it’s time

you won't know, unless you fly.