The imminence of yesterday
Is ever-present where the Now
Teases our touch with gold and gray
And tests us with Time’s here and how
The spigot from whence moments drip
Rouses a hunger in our core
To realize how quick they slip
From fingertips to nevermore
And in this flow of come-and-go
And have-and-hold’s hello-good-bye
We learn to cherish soft and slow
The here-and-now's swift silver-sigh
…etched on an alabaster reel
Of oh so near yet far away
Where touch is keened with the appeal
And imminence of yesterday
© Janet Martin
Excited to have Melissa move home today until the New Year.
Yes, excited for you...
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