Some Things Never Change

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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.