The Now-factor

 (how can it be? It is always 'now' yet now is a constant transformation!)

You are always in the moment

Yet you probe the pedicle

Breathing buds into full beauty

Tuning autumn’s canticle

You are always in the moment

Not a flicker or a sigh

In the ethereal cohesion

Of a decade passing by

You abide, instant, eternal

Gentle, ruthless half-breath clone

Nudging daughters into women

In your moment-monotone

You are always ever-present

Past and future, what are they

But the gossamery essence

Turning raven locks to gray

You are always in the moment

Tell me then, how can it be

That a moment takes the future

Sealing it in history

What is your secret; century-weaver

Mouthed in muted moment-chime

For I cannot feel you passing

Metamorphosis of Time

© Janet Martin