Intangible Free-fall

Falling like raindrops nobody can keep

Tick-by-tock tempo of soul-rending sweep

Arabesque ocean of deep unto deep

This is the way of moments

Slipping like silver of mist over moss

Tick-by-tock triumph with tick-by-tock loss

Through folded fingers they vanish because

This is the way of moments

Melting and molding in synchronized breath

Leaving no trace of its birth or its death

Never a footfall on highway or heath

This is the way of moments

Miniscule measure with mammoth import

Business and pleasure cajole and cavort

Leading to that final, full-fledged Report

This is the way of moments

© Janet Martin