Moment-potency

From either side of where we are, future and past persist

Darling, for one half-breath their bars collide in our What Is

These elements have taken while they waken us anew

To where we are and how What Is will soon be What Was too

What Is never subsides yet glides through us as smooth as air

And soon the What Is we descried is way, way over there

My, my, time’s sleek transition is a strange and common thing

Where What Is hinges to What Was and What Waits in its wing

This showcase of love’s highs and lows is a constant pursuit

Twixt what nobody knows and what is trodden underfoot

Darling, What Is is soon What Was and What Will Be, What Is

How soft we are propelled toward Eternity’s Abyss

Let's love What Is, its half-breath Kiss barely grazes our Ought
Before the brush and blush of it amazes second thought
And we are at the mercy of a new What Is, oh my
Darling, how small the ladder that affixes earth to sky

© Janet Martin