The Impact of Imminence

Do you ever wake with a keen impression of Imminence? 

Last night the sky was like a gate that closed over the landscape, stealing in its deftness another day, drawing us ever closer to the Unknowns that yet wait...

The presence of an essence that we cannot full descry

Invades and intercepts the hellos of life with good-bye

For what we cannot know or see could be life’s best or worst

Thus, at the mercy of its mystery we are blessed-cursed

The paradise that wanton lies beyond thought’s thin caress

Soft-tests the air where wistful sighs ignite the quietness

And we are starved half-beggars of that thing we cannot see

Yet spared a constant sorrow by the hope of what might be

Come darling, we should slow dance where the impact of Unknown

Plays darkness like a violin; no one should dance alone

Where Imminence is Maestro, and the music that awaits

Would leave us breathless save for Now, the bow on Unknown’s gates

© Janet Martin