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
