'Flavorful Scalability'

Poetry happens at the end of Thyme

What happens when you run out of thyme?

Do we even know? How can we figure it out?

Do the clocks stop their circular treks?

Well, for me as I am a poet, apparently when I run out of thyme I write a poem. I know you didn’t see that coming. It’s okay. I’m a master of disguise (not really, I’m not a fan of makeup on the face, at least on mine…ladies you look beautiful with or without makeup).

Anyways, today’s poem is the result of using the last of my thyme last week in a sauce for some pasta.

Flavorful Scalability

All out of thyme. 
Out of time you say? 
No tick tock clock
Locked and loaded
In the stratospheres
Of perfected flavor
And the rhythm to savor
Each and every favor
To dust the flank
A day late of the prank, 
Unraveled terminologies~
Unrivaled lexicons
Set to blossom herbs, 
A garden rich in possibility, 
Ever truer in palpability
For the miscibility
Of each one to another
Draws out the scalability
With hearts led to the table
Where true relationship begins. 
~Selah~

~By: A.J. Wagoner
©️2025 

Now, be honest, what do YOU do when you run out of thyme? Panic? Go to a disco? I’m sure the possibilities rest endless when you think about it.

Hope your mid-day is fabulous and may He shine His face upon you and bring you joy throughout your life and story!

Blessings!

**A field in Brenham, TX my daughter and I stopped to take some pictures in. Can you smell the flowers in the picture?