Above the Masquerade of Marketplaces

...because it takes the way of moments, I never worry too much about April snow; soon it melts away

PAD Challenge Day 6:For today’s prompt, write a things-not-as-they-appear poem.

In this marketplace of moments

Coin of It is swiftly spent

While dusk unfolds and folds its tent

Above dust-patient streets

Where suspense of morning lingers

In a midnight full of stars

Ere Mercy tips its blood-bought jars

And one more farthing metes

…to noise, as Want and Need soon fills

Faces familiar, old new

-comers to daybreak's avenue

Of sun and sky and sod

-employment; hence we haggle with

The price of beans and cabbage

In this Marketplace of baggage

Cupped in the hands of God

...where He and He alone is Giver

Of this Thing we ever take

Of holding-folding dusk-daybreak

Its Marketplace, a firth

Of moments pouring, in-from-to

His grace we cannot sever

From the fabric of Forever

Wafting o’er Time’s drop of earth

© Janet Martin