Tracing Places...

(missing is Emily's hubby Rob who could only stay for the week-end)

Like a rib sleekly severed

From the breast of me

I trace the places

Where Time used to be

Its look-back-face-forward

-no-return affair

Insists that the heart learns

To walk upon air

There, hung between trestles

Of day-to-daybreak

An ocean of echoes

Surges in its wake

It heightens awareness

Of dusk triple-fold

And sweetens the nearness

Of all that I hold

© Janet Martin

Part of Jim's driving break (aka vacation at cottage) included a total of 800 km's of driving to pick up Melissa in TO and drive her home again,so she could spend a few days with us(and we with her). I told her we needed to gather to its rightful place something that felt like a missing rib:)