They fold
Over and over each other
Waves on an invisible sea
As moments become
Days, months, years
Of history
Moments do not change
Only the people in them
The ‘what is or what will be’
Are the mysterious
Intangible ripples
Of history
The rise and fall
Of moments
Fills this invisible sea
In a constant
Forward motion
To history
© Janet Martin
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