Possibly  Once Grace the Puce Sofa

There was a time

Just when was it

And why was it a time

Well you know

This change it

Was before that

That’s when it was

The moment before this

Which that will

Become in the next

When was that time

When whens kept

Changing to new whens

Whirling spiraling

No central control

Whens traveling

Along an unseen path

So many whens

That are precise and absolute

Divergences

Emergences

Emergency whens

Those woven moments

Grace dissolves them

Grace takes

Like rulers on back of hands

Or hairbrushes

Throwing flying

Across moments

Then it all becomes

Moments of frightening Grace

do unto other whens

and other whens will do unto you

Moments filled with whens

These and those whens

In a karma coated mirror

Showing then now when

figure out Right acting

With out

Knowing how

Praise the Path

Grace is the Path

It is the only

Sense I can

Make of whens was

That time when whens kept

The Grace of the possibly once puce sofa

Pleasing so many whens

Ago we follow

The Grace-filled couch’s

Path

Carolyne Chandler-Trouusdell Krull wants to thank all the poets she so derivatively played with in the above.  Let's do it anytime .  I slide down your rainspout and climb up your apple tree anytime.