Martin Robertson

Now and Then


“Half-way along life’s road…”

half threescore and ten.

Half a lifetime ago

a thunder-flash put out a glow

and then

another light was water-quenched.

Life goes on, finished lives recede

and remain.

New lives we love do not know,

do not need.

Is it a tangled or an infinitely

intricately woven skein?