Between Now and Never I It rained today surprisingly Its petrichor surprising me In my window on the wind when I knew before I saw it then What had been and was glad it was That it had been for me because The thunder I had heard had been Here wondering if I was in But by the time I went to see The rain had come and gone again II My grandfather had but a tonsure of hair That once upon a time they said was red My father the hitman had bristles up there Between these two extremes is how my head Seems Benjamin Franklinesque now I suppose Like neither and yet both actually What we have in common is the poetry And we all three got this Lancean nose When we got what we got genetically Gracing the faces of sons who have been And the ones growing up showing once again What I got from them that they got from me What a daughter got too in the feminine That goes on going now coming from then Is this nose as it grows through my family III Getting old was how I learned to wait In the letting go of what comes by fate What comes of becoming whenever Coming to be between now and never And what goes too the hard way because I saw how it comes and goes as it does Thought it was forever but for now Is how it is that I know this somehow Ready now or never for whatever Not in a hurry already late Steven Curtis Lance