tomorrow's yesterday

tomorrow,
the apple I cannot yet have.
today,
the abundance of a daily bread.
far more gifts today, this feast,
than I can see or consume.
so why to the tomorrows do i reach?

it’s today where you touch me,
and i cling back,
that’s the right now offering.
tomorrow’s hurts can’t be comforted or held,
nor can tomorrow’s victories be tasted,
not yet,
right now is not to be wasted,
taste and see is for today’s taking.

so what about yesterday?
a meal perhaps digested,
the nutrients of tears and smiles,
gratitude and griefs,
fueling the operation of today,
or sitting heavy on the gut, unprocessed.

these weighty rocks,
treated today as memorial stones,
and seen tomorrow as cairns in the path.
yesterday is just on loan for today,
for it was purchased and not my own.
so then tomorrow’s not mine to shoulder either,
for it seems i won’t be alone.

recounted yesterdays can posture today,
poised todays are weapons for tomorrows.
loaded in our muscles and bones,
the potential energy of one going before.
there’s a tension that pulls behind,
another that beckons far forward,
for at the inflection there are timeless nows,
that would be a shame to ignore.