Midnight Origami

The clock strikes twelve and folds away

What was today to yesterday

Oh, mystical origami

Where moments meld their filigree

And from tomorrow’s ether springs  

A new today unfolds its wings

The spending spree of ticking clocks

Does not buy time, but spills and locks

In mutual air, present to past

Surprising us with shadows cast

Along the bustling boulevard

Where dusk is like an old postcard

…and we with fingers clenched can’t keep

Today from history’s vast deep

Nor bar chimera's thoroughfare

Where a world of tomorrows stare

Like strangers through a frosted glass

Waiting their turn to come, to pass

…through midnight’s arc where yesterday

Steals and seals one more day away

While tomorrow becomes Today

There should be a great trembling sway

To think the ages shift, but no

Time spills its gift like

Softly

       falling

             flakes

                             of

                                       snow

© Janet Martin