We of Time's Wayfaring...

We of Time’s wayfaring

While its seasons bleed

Harbor in our bearing

Worlds of want and need

Startled by the plunder

Of time’s fallen ranks

Hearts hollow with hunger

And yet fill with thanks

Subtle, this Becoming

Summer’s tolling bell

Staggers thought with stunning

Vistas of Farewell

We of Time’s wayfaring

Juggle moment-gems

Knowing touch will meld them

To past’s diadems

Jolted by the After

Of soft-sundered noise

We cling to its laughter

Like lost girls and boys

© Janet Martin

Another niece-wedding today

Reminding us of time’s ever-changing way