"she waits for no one..."

"time waits
for no one..."
they say

then her name
must be Thyme,
i think,
as she plunges
headfirst into
each
moment of
her life...

first to rise in the morning -- 
leaving the night
behind her, she quickly
discards the "what was" amongst the
rumpled quilts and
warm sheets
of her
night adventuring
through the
hills and valleys of
dreams she
wakes from happy
and
eager to extend
into her day

she is
first to dive
headlong into whatever
she has
never done before
and
relishes every
new experience as if she
were
Hillary at the
summit
staking her claim
on the
top of the world

she is
a filly in the pasture,
a trill of
laughter echoing through
the valley,
a racehorse at the gate,
a poppy
leaning into the
sun...
a child, a girl
a woman
a sprite...

she is
Life....
lived as Love...

she is
light dancing on
water,
the wind through the
willows,
a hummingbird
darting among the aspen
leaves on
a clear Colorado
morning,
never looking behind
her,
always
moving

just
because

she is....

Spirit's
daughter...