Of Wish and Imagination

 Do you ever find that Time is a celebration of wish and imagination? 

Summer is far too small a world to ever be quite appeased;

it's a little like putting down a book in its best part 

and never returning to finish it...
It's like being wonderfully, perfectly...teased

Anticipation is mostly wishes

And imagination

Sometimes we are victims of

Fact and infatuation

The buttercups we never twirled

Between our idle fingers

Are gone; like summer’s sun-sweet world

Save for the frond that lingers

Truth has ways of telling it

That one can hardly handle

And everything we touch a bit

Like flickers of a candle

Somehow, while we love one thing more

A wise wind rearranges

The Very Thing we quite adored

Before we wore its changes

And suddenly on one dark night

When clock-rivers run faster

We realize this spartan plight

Is quite a fight to master

And even with the centuries

That tiny tick-tocks suture

No one has found the answer-key

To open up the future

I guess ‘tis best we do not know

The morrow’s explanation

Anticipation fills us with

Wish and imagination

© Janet Martin