The time has come to wring out the rags
covered in mud and sap
The time has come to rebound the ball
grab it from the air
The time has come to face the facts
to trip up the steps
to catch the propeller from the
maple tree as it falls
spinning
The time has come to turn the doorknob
and enter the painted room
to peer across the threshold
and spread the curtains
The time has come to draw the water from the well
to gaze into the telescope
to note the distant planets
to run across the beach
with our canoes
ands dip the bow of the boat
into the waves
at last