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