Midnight's Metamorphosis

We pause at dusk to gaze where none a glimpse beyond can borrow

…life’s ever-foreign territory remains thus; Tomorrow

For when daylight returns to warm night’s charcoal over-lay

Time’s metamorphosis has turned tomorrow to Today

Thought for its countless trickery and quick, quiet perception

Reaches in vain; it cannot see tomorrow’s veiled direction

Though we have waited, balanced on a fulcrum formed of clocks

Midnight’s muted transaction in one micro-second locks…

…its present day to Past; what was tomorrow is today

And still tomorrow wafts so near in eons far away

No braggart, sleuth or warrior out-wits Time’s mediator

We cannot see beyond today; so we trust its Creator

  

© Janet Martin

 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.  Matt. 6:34