Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Imminent Mystery




Gazing toward the sky-line
I wonder what lies beyond…
…beyond the curve, the dip, the bend
That everlasting yawn
Yet, though I push toward it
I never reach its crest
But remain in the epicenter
Of north, south, east and west
So I’ll drink in the green and the purple
Of spring’s temporal diadem
Embracing the imminent mystery
Of the moment I am in

© Janet Martin

2 comments:

  1. "Imminent Mystery"...perfect title for this poem :-)

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  2. Thank-you OE, I have a case of wander-lust this morning...I'd like to hike toward that luring sky-line, mostly because there is a CRAZY amount of 'mundane' waiting to be addressed:)

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