Vexatious Vortex

Vexatious vortex of goodbye

It delves the deep that spawns the sigh

That stirs in its geography

Blurred vestige of what used to be

As longing clashes with the bars

Of sun-sparkles soon snuffed by stars

Where little lilts of life cement

A pageantry of seasons spent

…of gladness mingled with a sense

Of summers lost to recompense

We cannot keep for long The Now

That always slips from us somehow

Into that place that is no more

Comprised of highs and lows before

The toll of twilight softly pealed

And tucked today to coffers sealed

In silk and steel of smiles and tears

That keens the verge of yester-years

And makes us feel a little lost

Between the tug of prize and cost

The surge of day-to-day, oh my

Vexatious vortex of goodbye

As the heart races with intent

Then soon embraces seasons spent

As the trawler of soundless seas

Dredges the deeps where memories

Are not made by some secret How

But with Sacred Commonness; Now

Where all we have and hold falls prey

To the vortex of yesterday 

...where Time is never long enough

When it comes to the ones we love

Where gain is always hinged to loss

And pain is pleasure's albatross

Where Sacred Commonness of Now 

Slips through us without shouts of wow

To tune the deeps with fresh supply

Of inexorable goodbye

While we shoulder the ebb and flow

Of farewells soldered to hello

   

© Janet Martin