Whilst Sailing Life's Seas on the Sneeze of a Breeze (or Of This)

 So much joy

...and so much sorrow

where one is the other

awaits in the morrow...

So much to love 

in the living Of This;

Time is an ocean 

of moment-shaped stars

Dashing and splashing, 

now kick and now kiss

Surging and merging 

with Bygone’s blue bars

Holding and molding, 

so daring and wearing

And bolder, the older 

we get, so it seems

Peering and veering 

and sparing and sharing

Like wayfaring pilgrims 

on day-baring streams

So much to see 

in the lending Of This

Color and dolor, 

hunger, happiness

Giggling and wiggling, 

now burden, now bliss

Knee-slapping, hand-clapping, 

mouth-flapping mess

Ranting and planting,

granting pants with patches

Hoping while coping 

with ‘alright’ and ‘nope’

Dreaming and scheming,  

batten down the hatches

Trying to balance 

on budget’s tight rope

So much to lose 

in the learning of this

Carefully, prayerfully 

pause and proceed

Preaching and teaching, 

 revering what is

Knowing the Difference 

between want and need

Smiling whilst whiling 

the miles into mist

So much to weather, 

un-tether, retie

Skimming through glimmers 

where shimmers untwist

Into a wake of 

heart-aching good-bye

So much to miss 

in the leaving Of This

Laughter that echoes

 long past curtain-close

Fingers that linger 

to trace an abyss

Clinging to Time’s stinging 

nettle and rose

Gladder and sadder 

and dearer and sheerer

Dripping and slipping 

through Tempo that carves

With swirl and ebb and furl

a stranger’s mirror

Quivers of river 

like gossamer scarves

© Janet Martin