The Momentum of a Moment

The momentum of a moment is a silent, subtle surge

It inspires tender love songs and our deepest, dearest dirge

And It tugs from seed the wonder of a hand we cannot see

Then enfolds again its splendor to earth’s season-deity

An intangible tsunami is this tiny tick and tock

As It pulses in a countdown from an impalpable clock

It’s as searing as those sorrows that our mouths can never tell

And It fills unfathomed eons in that gulf twixt heav’n and hell

The momentum of a moment is a gossamer eclipse

Of the present, past and future pausing briefly on our lips

As the silk of half-breath grandeur slips into the by and by

Soon we follow its meander to that place beyond the sky

The momentum of a moment melds the bitter with the sweet

A kaleidoscope of learning as life’s light and shadow meet

And it blends within its bearing both defeat and victories

Shaping in its brief way-faring the expanse of centuries

© Janet Martin