I'm sitting on a three-legged stool,
twiddling my thumbs as the pendulum swings back and forth,
back and forth.
And the clock ticks and tocks,
ticks and tocks.
Time is a funny thing,
swinging and swaying with no real rhythm or pattern
But we give it one.
and measure by numbers what's immeasurable.
When was the last time you laid in the grass without a blanket?
Or climbed a tree in a dress?
Do you spend all day outside
even if it's raining and cold?
Still sitting on the three legged stool,
the pendulum swings back and forth,
back and forth,
counting the seconds
while I twiddle my thumbs.
I've been up to a whole bunch lately, thus my extended absence. For now my sister Amber has started a blog of her own. Feel free to click on her name and say hello if you have the time.