pic later...
Sometimes life’s grit
and grin
Where joy and grief
ally
Astounds our thought
with what is not
As mystic veils
begin to thin
A grail of ashes poured within
Like tinder to a sigh
Somewhere we start to
see
How swift seasons
deplete
Sunset, sunrise,
hellos, good-byes
Startle with sudden
clarity
This Thing we call Mortality
Its sorrow bittersweet
‘Someday’ slips through the air
Its ‘When’ and ‘Where’
disguised
As Work and Play in
The Today
That comes fully
equipped with care
Stripping a dripping thoroughfare
That leaves us so
surprised
© Janet Martin
While I was helping Emily paint this week I listened to all her 'someday' plans;-)
What a vast threshold is youth, still un-surprised.
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