The Full Impact of Caught Between

On afternoons like this I miss the way it used to be

Before The After played its part

And humored history

There’s something about blue-gray baritone that steals my heart

And makes me wish for days before

After painted its art

The clock indulges vanity until it disappears
We are all part of a bigger
Masterpiece of yester-years

The interlude before After and after spent Befores

Can feel surreal though dressed in common

Cloth of common chores

Seasons are more than blue-eyed, button-nosed half-kiss affairs
They tune our touch with learning and our
Fellowship with prayers

Their intermingling rush of greeting and love’s farewell kiss

Can make one feel quite caught between

On afternoons like this

© Janet Martin