Treasure Hunt

From the gasp of full awareness

To the clasp of ever-past

Pours the future to the present

Through a season fading fast

Innocence, kind unawareness

Sweetens youth until one day

Like a jolt of new-found knowledge

They see how time ticks away

Then they join the slogging masses

Surging non-stop t’ward the sky

Sobered by the full awareness

Of a gripping lullaby

Joining we who strain to treasure

Or measure a moment’s jot

Even as it seals its measure

In the fortress of a thought

…while we, more than flesh ellipses

Struggle to embrace Time’s goal

 As the plot of clocks eclipses

And strips garments from the soul

© Janet Martin