Time of itself is a momentous affair...
In every-day moments Life becomes what it is
Its patriarch, the clock
Is a bully of sorts; no hit-or-miss
Tick-tock, tick-tock…
In everyday moments we shape who we are
Mute Want-whispers walk
Across skin stretched then shriveled in
Tick-tock, tock-tock
Time of itself is a momentous affair
While we boast, barter and balk
Every-day moments silver the air
Tick-tock, tick-tock…
Beneath the noise of come-and-go
Silence employs its stock
…everyday moments overflow
Tick-tock, tick-tock…
...the child outgrows both clothes and nests
Too soon; it comes as a shock
How a common Maestro engraves its tune
Tick-tock, tick-tock
…and hearts rearrange their hope-chests because
In a clock’s half-breath talk
Everyday moments of What Is fill What Was
Tick-tock, tick-tock
© Janet Martin
Lord, teach us how to make the most
Of every-day moments
really good line: "time of itself is a momentous affair"
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