Memory-Machine...

Hellos and send-offs and yellows and blues

Dawn of a new day then twilight adieus

Thought, like a peddler of dreams fills our gaze

Before the treadle of Touch wields its ways

Over and under, through us, in between

Time weaves its wonder …a memory-machine

Sing a song, pray a prayer, shed a tear, smile

Nothing is anything but A Wee While

See how the tie that binds unwinds anew

Begetting threads from founts heady with dew

Before then after, the laughter of years

Runs through The Now that never disappears

Crumbs from a Table above our reach

Fall into frames filled with life’s learn-and-teach

Change our minds, change our plans, change our ways,

Change spills in constant allotment of days

Arranging with it, new pieces of art

Lent for safe-keeping deep, deep in the heart

Spring-summer-autumn then winter deploys

Seasons of sorrow, reasons for new joys

Hellos and send-offs and yellows and blues

Like buds that brim then break into adieus

Stirring us to revere what dusk will wean

From our touch to time’s memory-machine

© Janet Martin