Moment-mission

Contemplating moments today...

a day of moments too cold for May, 

but still its flowers brave the air! 

They never ask what I prefer

They just seem to be there

And then when I’m not looking

They toss flowers to the air

They never ask permission

Their mission potent and quick

While I grapple with what

Cannot be measured with a stick

The good, the bad, the ugly

All the ‘please-do’, ‘don’t-you-dare’

But then when I’m not looking

They fling flowers to the air

They move without much motion

Like an ocean made of mist

To brush time’s scraggly branches and

Then leave them flower-kissed

© Janet Martin