History does not change
Save for the scope of it
Future is the Perhaps whereon
We dare to dream a bit
But Ever-present Now
Before it disappears
Is all we have to have and hold
As it weaves yester-years
Sometimes I crave for That
Which once fell through my touch
The gossamer of have-and-hold
A thread we cannot clutch
But cherish as it slips
From Here to There, the skein
Whereby eons unravel, love
Is dripped in moment-mien
…as history expands
Its panoramic cast
Adapting as time's newest strands
Are caught and woven fast
To that vast tapestry
Soft-vexing our clasp
With fragments of finality
Slip-slipping through our grasp
© Janet Martin
Happy 21st Birthday, Melissa...
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