Sling Shot

You ask me when?
I say, "Ask the one who holds the grains of sand."

Waiting for the change
to re-arrange a new gear.

All you want to do is
shatter it
Platter it
Toke it up to victory.

It is all you need.
It is all you concede.

Hours and Hours
Welcome to the drop zone
where the sparks fly
into the hanger.

Don't get sand in your eye.
Don't, Don't, Don't
let it pass you by.

You ask too may questions
and stick yourself inside the hourglass
confined by time.

I am wind brushing against
it's glass.

Sling Shot.

© -Sonja J. Johnston 23-Apr-2013