Tulip Spears
Red spear heads of
tulips break through
the snow melt and
It’s always surprising
Like do you know
what you are doing?
Whole armies have been
Lost by attacking too
Soon or not having the
Right equipment or
Out marching supply
lines in the heavy frost.
But then I realize that
I have missed chances
By never being ready
Or even never being
Ready enough for now.
Once the tulips come up
There’s no tucking them
Back in for another time.
Writing in Sand 