Crucial In-betweens

The above bedroom, painted purple years ago during a school March-break

and sitting empty for the better part of the past five years (save clutter and cribs)

it is about to get a face-lift after we decide on a colour (or non-colour?)!

 Days that seemed so lasting then are nothing now, 

but echo-sparkles...

Days glint, their sparkles felled

Like ripples rushed to sea

Where whelming wonders once we held

Meld into memory

What seems so commonplace

In work-week’s tug and kiss

Forges from ordinary days

The very best there is

Where the wee while we have

To ride out highs and lows

Cannot stave off wave over wave

Of love’s high fives and blows

The brunt of here and now

By brute force of tick-tock

With the disguise of where-when-how

Bestows its aftershock

…of echo-addled scenes

That thought alone can see

Captured in crucial in-betweens

Of what was and will be

© Janet Martin