The Gift of Time

a 22-year old poem about turning 30

Photo by Soroush Zargar on Unsplash

Nothing is as sour as time

Empty moments, the ache of days spent staring out windows

I do what I can to sweeten the sour, to sugar the bland

Sometimes I sneak into strangers’ gardens and steal flowers to take home

They are lavender and milk-white and blue as the Barbados Sea