We inhale Future and then exhale Past
Present dissolves in poetical gasp
Where soon dusk siphons a clock’s faithful fray
Into immortal clasp of Yesterday
I will be a dreamer until I die
No brute or schemer can siphon the sky
From east to west dawn to noon-tide ascends
Dripping to darkness where day’s circuit ends
Silver and gold weigh our pockets with care
I choose the treasure of laughter-drenched air
Free-fall of moments runs rampant and free
We siphon its pearls into poetry
Come, for the hour is rich with Today
Soon it will sparkle up, up and away
Inhale, exhale grace-gilded filigree
Willing its wonder into poetry
© Janet Martin
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