Velvet Now

 Now (below) must wait for its Now in full-color (above)...yet gray Nows slip away as velvet-ly as the gold

Now you see me, now you don’t

Velvet-whispered monotone

Wrangling moments from the air

To melt on Time’s tick-tock tongue

And then, while we were busy, you

Drew darling lullabies to naught

Save for breath of baby-blue

Trembling, velvet on dusk-thought

Now you see me, now you don’t

Ah, you velvet-fingered Now

Intangible hurricane

Wrought in soundless moment-flow

Bastion of arabesque

Unfettered succession, how

You weave a life and centuries

From the velvet thread of Now

© Janet Martin