Arabesque Avalanche

The flowers walk past me while I’m standing still

The moon climbs the stairs to its heavenly hill

The moments that held such mystery and appeal

Fall into the fairway of history’s seal

It seems to happen while I’m standing still

The babies that held me are taller than I

Someday perhaps they will teach me to fly

It happens so quickly, the ebb and the flow

Over, beneath me, holding, letting go

Now my babies are bigger and braver than I

Arabesque oceans of hours and years

Surging in memory over thought’s phantom piers

Am I standing still while Time rushes ahead?

For I see a lifetime unravel its thread

In shimmering laughter and tears

© Janet Martin

Remember twirling on a rope-swing, spinning, spinning, then stopping while the world continued to tilt and twirl...that's what it feels like sometimes; Life, twirling by while I feel myself in slow-motion, trying to take it all in!

 

Moments are like bubbles...as we catch them they disappear.