Of Present Push and Pull

It grants us dances, thwarts our steps

It lets us leap and fall

A labyrinth of dreams and debts

And wonders big and small

Laughter and longing intermix

What seems a gathered sum

Is but a bitty bubble fixed

To what it will become

It bursts the bastioned bud with bloom

Bloom spills its beaming laud 

Threading the shuttle of a loom

 Mastered by nature's God

Earth’s births are hinged to death, but wait

Farewell hails veiled advent

It forges from felled gold a gate

To seasons not yet spent

It never stays the same for long

This present push and pull

Composes stanzas in a song

We never hear in full

© Janet Martin