Impress

Who can actually

look back or forward?

The rolling drum of life

stamps its impress

on our moments,

thick and deep,

And we are caught up in it,

and everything that was our past

is far from our attention

And what the coming press might hold,

we can’t foresee

And it’s OK to be

here in the quick of it,

the colors glistening

and dripping from our hands.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 24, 2014