...seems we are always somewhat caught between holding on and letting go...
What was, we cannot change
What will be who can know?
The only thing we have and hold
Is this; the here and now
The here and now soon slips
Away, yet never does
A panoramic promenade
As is becomes what
was
And in our looking back
We learn anew somehow
That all we ever really have
Is this; the here and now
Thus, because here and now
Is deftly interlaced
With what has passed and what will be
We have no time to waste
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!