Juncture
Measured
in inches, yards and miles,
by
the hour, month and year
Time
unspools smoothly
through
your hands, spinning silk.
Until
it doesn’t. Until, just as you’ve turned from
silhouettes
of other times and possibilities
to
the exquisite consciousness of now,
your
confounded fingers fumble
with
a twist that cannot be untied. Or unpicked.
Such
tangles call for intercessions:
Time
has come to balance your life-thread
light
on its sharp shears
with
breath-taking precision.
You
see that severance is nothing, after all.
Janet Madden
Janet Madden was born in Philadelphia and lives in Santa Monica, CA. with her husband, dog, two cats and eight chickens. Her essays and poems have been published in Europe and the US. Janet is a gardener and a prize-winning hand quilter. She earned her PhD in literature from The National University of Ireland, was ordained by The Academy for Jewish Religion-CA and works as a hospice and hospital rabbi.
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Thank you, Mark Anthony Rossi, for publishing my poem.
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